#st simp party

[oneforthemunny]

certified lover boy |modern!eddie munson x reader|

prompt: max tells eddie he's a simp for you, and maybe he is. no, he most definitely is.

contains: language, mentions of drugs, modern!eddie and reader, mentions to mature themes 18+

"Baby, you just tell me what you want, and I'll pick it up, alright?" Eddie cooed into the screen of his phone, eyes flicking from you back to the road. One hand gripped the iPhone, the other held the wheel of the mustang, cruising down the backroads of Hawkins.

Max snarled her nose in disgust, eyes cutting over to Eddie. "Ok. I think I want pizza. Do you want me to order it and get it delivered?" Your voice carried through the car's speakers, the shuffling of whatever task you were doing in the background.

"If that's what you want to do." Eddie replied sweetly. "Or we can go out."

"I don't think I want to go out." You sighed. "I'll order it. I think I just want pizza and maybe to smoke a teeny tiny blunt. Is that ok?"

Eddie snorted. "That's fine with me. I have some papers with me."

"Will you roll it for me?" You asked sweetly. The sweetest Max had ever heard you speak. She wondered if you knew she was in the car.

"I always do, baby." Eddie purred lowly back at you, giving you a dazzling, dimpled smile. Max gagged silently, dramatically over Eddie's shoulder but he ignored her. "I gotta drop Red off, and then I'll be over."

"Ok," You hummed. "You want your usual?"

"Please?" Eddie grinned. "I'll Venmo you for it."

"I got it, Ed." You snorted lightly. "My treat. You just bring the weed."

Eddie rolled his eyes playfully. "Ok, I'll see you soon. Bye, baby."

"Bye." You chirped.

Eddie's eyes flicked towards the screen. "Love you." He added.

You smiled through the screen. "Love you." You replied before the call ended.

Eddie pocketed his phone, Max's face disgusted, nose twisted up in repulsion. "You're down bad, Munson." She scoffed, shaking her head.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "What?" He shrugged, she gave him a pointed look. "Oh, I'm down bad because I'm in love?"

"Ew!"

"What?" Eddie threw his hand out.

Max shook her head. "You're just... I don't know, it's gross." She shuddered. "You're all simpy for her."

"Simpy?" Eddie gawked.

"Yeah, you're a total fucking simp. It's gross." Max laughed.

Eddie rolled his eyes. "Whatever. I am not a simp." He grumbled, defensive and a little huffy. He felt his phone ding in the center console, your name popping up followed by a string of emojis.

Max gave him a pointed look. "Really?" She asked sarcastically. "Really you're not?"

"Shut up." Eddie huffed, turning his phone over so she couldn't see the screen anymore. "Y'know, make fun of me all you want, but one day you're gonna be in love too-"

"-Oh, God, Eddie, please stop. 'M gonna be sick-"

"-I see the way you look at Sinclair. You think he won't make a move on you one day and you won't be the same way?" Eddie challenged.

Max blushed deep, the red on her cheeks nearly matching her hair. "Shut up. Me and Lucas are just friends you freak." She huffed.

Eddie snorted. "Right." He looked over at her playfully.

Max's eyes narrowed at him, blistering glare that Eddie just rolled his eyes at, he was used to it. "Whatever," She huffed, when Eddie pulled into the gravel drive of her trailer. "I'll never be a simp like you Munson." She declared smugly, reaching for the door handle.

"Right, you keep telling yourself that." Eddie snorted. "You just worry about selling that shit, you got me? We gotta settle up with Rick this Saturday."

"I got it." Max rolled her eyes, patting her backpack full of weed. "I'll have it sold by tomorrow. Going to a party tomorrow."

Eddie nodded. "You need a ride?"

"No," Max blushed, pausing for a moment. "Lucas is taking me."

Eddie barked out a laugh, clapping his hands together. "Oh really? Lover boy's gonna take you?"

Max huffed. "Shut up. We're just friends." She slammed the door to his Mustang. Eddie rolled down the window. "You go enjoy your pizza."

"Oh, I will." Eddie grinned, pushing the gear stick back.

"You're getting weak in the knees, Munson!" Max called from the steps. "Stand up, you fuckin' simp!"

Eddie laughed, shaking his head before pulling out of the driveway. If only she knew, Eddie grinned to himself, looking down at his phone. His heart rate picked up at your little message, 'on it's way. see you soon drive safe :)' so minimal- it had no business making his head spin the way it did, foot pressing further on the gas.

Probably for the best Max didn't know how in deep he was with you, she'd tease him relentlessly if she did. But how could he not be? You were perfect, Eddie was sure of it.

The way you always smiled so wide when you saw him, even when you had a bad day, your eyes lit up, grin crinkling up to your eyes. You’d hug him tight, muttering a quiet, “Hi, baby,” that always left him floating.

He’d bury his face in your neck, inhaling your scent deep. Your skin, your perfume- fuck, you smelled so good, intoxicating to him. He’d secretly spray your perfume, the pink, slender bottle on your nightstand, all over his clothes before he’d leave, pressing his nose to his collar when he wanted a whiff of you. Carrying you with him through the sweet scent of your perfume.

Or the way you’d hold his hand when you two would walk through the mall, lazily bumping hips while he carried the bags- he always insisted on carrying the bags. You’d drag him into Sephora or Aerie, and he’d just stand there with the basket, letting you pile it up and not complaining once.

He loved it the most when you’d go try things on. When he got to see you come out, spinning around and examining your body in the clothes. He had an excuse to gawk at you openly. You’d get frustrated when he’d tell you that you should get everything you tried on, that you looked good in anything you tried on.

He like it when you’d stop and smell candles, holding the open jar out towards him, giggling when he’d wrinkle his nose in displeasure at the scent. “No?” You’d raise your brows playfully, he’d shake his head.

He‘d get positively smitten when you’d sit at the Hideout with him, recording and snapping pictures on your phone of him and the boys to post later. Filming TikToks and hoping they’d go viral. One did, once, they’d gained some traction off of it and he was so thankful for you. Smiling proudly when you reported the video’s growth, and it spreading even wider across your face when the boys cheered you on for it.

He loved how funny you were, even when you didn’t mean to be. Pulling faces that left him shaking with laughter, or snarky comments that he couldn’t help but grin at. You were mean when you wanted to be, a little hedgehog with a prickly exterior and a soft underbelly. You were protective of him, he knew that. Saw it when you’d snap and sneer at the waitress who got too flirty, eyes daggers that scared her off. Just as venomous, if not worse, when some guy flirted with you at a party. Sending him retreating with his tail tucked between his legs, your hand on Eddie’s leg or wrapped around him, touching him somehow to show your claim. You usually would kiss him deep, trailing down his neck and sucking a deep bruise into the porcelain skin of his neck. It was more PDA than you usually would give, but with him, you didn’t care- it drove him wild in the best way.

He was glad Max or anyone else wasn’t around to see how soft he got around you. Especially in the intimacy of your relationship, when the two of you were alone. He’d lay on top of you, head in your chest, smothering himself into your breasts while you played with his hair. Twisting and twirling the ringlets around your finger, pressing kisses to his head while he laid there, letting himself be babied by you. He never expected you to be so caring and sweet like that, it had taken a while for that side to come through, but once you showed him a tiny shred of it, he was hooked for life.

Eddie liked how sweet you were then, but nothing compared to how sweet you were to him when he was between your legs, lapping at your cunt like it was his lifeline. Like his only purpose in life was to please you, and he was convinced it was. Your voice would lilt, nasally and high- nearing a whine. You’d sing his praises, back arched and writing while he devoured you. You were so sweet, tasted so sweet, sounded so sweet. To hell with what anyone else thought about you, Eddie knew you were sweet, his sweet girl.

And you knew him too, the Eddie that the world didn’t see- or he tried not to let see. The sweet, dedicated, lovestruck boy who bended to your whim. Who would do anything and everything for you, did everything for you. Eddie Munson, the simp- no, the certified lover boy. Your certified sweet lover boy.

[crossbowwwdotcom]

camilo's blue lock ff reccs ^_−☆ (as of december 25, 2023; may be updated):

- a shiver i cant shake by lockedskies .., 4k words and 1/1 chapters. a tabiori ff where they carpool on their way to bluelock from kansai which turns into a sort of roadtrip ff that lowkey had me kicking my legs

- behind the mask by kae_karo ... 6k words and 1/1 chapters. tabieita assasin au where theyre trying to kill each other but theyre pining!

- white tea and blackberry pie by juryrouge ... 12k words and 2/2 chapters. a kaisagi future ff from an outsiders pov of them slowly getting set up! its just rly cute

- electric blue by ithildin_23 ... 13k words and 4/? chapters. ANOTHER kaisagi ff where theyre all content creators! isagi is a gamer whos RLLY good at valo and kaiser is a blogger. unfortunately discontinued but still one of my favs!

- and if you flow with me (i hope it goes slow) by xshieru .., 18k words and 1/1 chapters. RLLLY cute bachisagi ff where they slowly get together over the course of blue lock. just generally rlly cute ^^

- im scared you wont be waiting on the other side by jumpinginmuddypuddles ... 7k words and 2/6 chapters. bachisagi where isagi is being hunted down and bachira is his bodyguard. very good but it hasnt been updated in so long so 😔

- like staccatos by rinksskii ... 18k words and 3/? chapters. rinsagi orchestra au with a very interesting plot that im very curious about!! sadly has not been updated in a while

- customer service by amazing__gracie ... 3k words and 1/1 chapters (but is the second work of a two work series!). very funny rinsagi where rin is a racer and isagi is an awesome mechanic. from the tags: "rin likes isagi" "isagi likes rin's car"

- no mountain too high, no river too wide by miyaeruisa .,, 36k words and two work series. featuring: figure skating kaisagi. GODDD ITS SO GOOD!! rivals to lovers with great amounts of balance of focus on the individual chars and their relationship and one of my favs to reread (esp the second work)

- go together by heartbeatrelics ... 3k words and 1/1 chapters. nagireo ff where nagi is searching for an apartment for him and reo to live in while reo has no idea theyre gonna live together...theyre so domestic and ughhhh yeah!

- kintsugi kids by retrosas ... 10k words and 1/1 chapters. rare chigisagi ff where theyre childhood friends and chigiri is healing from his knee injury (+ an isagi injury). really good!

- got me feeling like damn! by retrosas ... 11k words and 2/2 chapters. allsagi ff with just. everyone simping over each other while at a bllk party. SOOO rereadable!! staged in the future

- apricot scones by orphan account ... 4k words and 1/1 chapters. soft coffee shop bachisagi EXCEPT a secret someone is actually spiderman!!!! sooo cute

- sights worth seeing by mxmasochist ... 15k words and 6/6 chapters. 5 + 1 ff featuring yukki's injury!! just some plain old good hurt/comfort

- rhythm only you can follow by katlov ... 8k words and 1/1 chapters. kurosagi in bastard munchen where theyre just. soft. real cute and kurona gets hit in the face

- and they were roomates by chameleonardodicaprio .., 17k words and 2/2 chapters. nagireo stuff that had me TAKING LAPS. this is so!!! nrhdkdvj!!!! just nagireo being gay and everyone speculating in the nel

- the third time by anonymous .., 66k 12/? chapters! rinsagi stuff where isagi is a super famous idol and rin is training to be his backup dancer!! realllly good stuff with both of them being good at what they do and. yeah!

- the universe thinks we should kiss or something by misstresssleepless ... 4k words and 1/1 chapters. AWESOME tabieita soulmate au where theyre just a little funky. figuring things out for 4k words basically

- im working on it by orphan account ... 52k words and 10/10 chapters. LAST CHAPTER IS SMUT beware!!! really good slow burn tabieita in blue lock with great character plot!! theyre so cute

- the little things by meemawz ... 1k words and 1/1 chapters. just a gen fic of isagis senses being way too strong. very cute hurt/comfort and fluff (i also love this trope so much plspls write more for this)

- streamer nagi cinematic universe by okwa ... 12k words and 4 works. what it says on the tin! js lots of cute stuff with nagireo!

[gorbalsvampire]

𝖃𝕴𝕴𝕴 𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖊𝖘 𝖋𝖗𝖔𝖒 𝕱𝖊𝖚𝖉𝖆𝖑 𝕭𝖔𝖍𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖆

𝔄𝔠𝔱 ℑ, 𝔰𝔠𝔢𝔫𝔢 𝔦𝔦i

Our story concludes - at least, this part of our story concludes - at the court of Prince Brandl, in a hidden half-forgotten hall nestled within the Castle grounds. In attendance, the Prince himself, his warlock and his necromancer; the veiled, masked, Ecaterina the Wise; Garinol Cappadocius, Abbot of St. Lawrence's; and our player characters, making their reports or ensuring that their messages were delivered.

And our session began with a flashback, because Brother Marsillius and Sister Alzbeta had met before! I encouraged @gwenynen-bach to take the Semblance of the Methuselah flaw, for my own reasons (tee hee!) that started to unfold with Alzbeta mistaking him for her own absentee sire. Dead ringer. 'Tis the beard. (I am also very impressed with @viatrixobscura's description of the sensations of finding oneself undead, excellent work there.) The Weave suggested that Alzbeta could trust this monk, that she would need him before her task was done, and thus she asked Marsillius to join her on her quest for holiness, insight and God's love. He consented, and we return thus to the present night...

Theodericus, desperate to make friends, overlooked Mariam's indirect sassing of Prince Brandl, and reached out to the Prince, taking his magnanimous hand to comfort Brandl for having not visited London and not stood in the presence of Mithras Himself. This was not a strategy designed to endear him to the Prince, but that boy is incapable of telling a lie, or even withholding an inconvenient truth. (Theodericus simps so hard for Mithras. It's unbelievable. There were real tears. Mariam is concerned about his well-being.)

In any case, Theodericus attempted to convince Prince Brandl that all this tension with the Nosferatu was a misunderstanding, that his previous emissary had an accident, or was rude, and that a higher power had decreed the Jewish elder could keep his own domain. Prince Brandl gave a short speech on the significance of the First Tradition, that of Covenant, regarding his own authority being derived from Caine and thus from God.

While this was going on, Marsillius was struck with a vision; a sensation as of something great and cold and dead moving through and beneath the earth, of great citrine eyes watching from behind the torchlight, blinking, blinking.

Another flashback: this time to Alzbeta and Theodericus discussing the ill-formed vibes within Josefov, as though something unfortunate was on the horizon, and should Alzbeta trust the Weave's warning? Theodericus, adamant that the gift of foresight is a gift of Caine, advised her yes - and inadvertently outed himself as a Cainite Heretic into the bargain. Whoopsie-doodles.

Alzbeta thus explained her forebodings to the Prince's party, and Ardan the warlock opined this was no unusual matter; it was nearly midsummer, Kupala Night was fast approaching, and if there was devilry to be done it would be done then. Marsillius, racking his brain to the tune of seven successes, not only identified Kupala Night as a celebration but pinpointed where it would be celebrated and by whom, and whom was coincidentally not represented at this court. Tzimisce, then.

One more flashback, to Alzbeta's first court, when she was taken before the Prince to account for her existence, and he displayed his knowledge of Blood Sorcery, identifying her as "of the Clan of the Moon" and electing to preserve her life and her insight for the good of the city.

Alzbeta and Marsillius compared visions, and perspectives on divinity. It was a lovely heartwarming moment in which Marsillius was deeply awkward and both these Kindred of the cloth were clearly compromising their vows about each other, fnar fnar.

As Prince Brandl and Ecaterna argued about the significance of this happening and the peril in which the Old Town might be placed and the recent struggle for control of the Kingdom, Ardan took the opportunity to scry some souls - specifically that of Mariam, the unexpected guest from Josefov. She did not like this! @friends-of-beetlejuice is powerful and courageous and decided to initiate a social conflict despite not in fact playing a character with any of the really useful Skills for this practice; to be fair, rounds one and two went one for one, but the Warlock absolutely nailed her on the question "and do you think your message has been understood?"

Her only option: Success at a Cost. Mariam has bullied Ardan into silence in front of his fellow courtiers, but has gained the Adversary Flaw: the warlock will have his revenge. Tee hee. Tee hee.

At the end of our prologue, we have Ambitions set for the next story:

Mariam is concerned about the "something dark" that's coming for her people, but still mostly focused on what happened to Zachary the rabbi (which I've now determined: I was keeping my options open, depending on which way the players leaned during these early sessions)

Alzbeta is ready to learn more about Malkavians, and has been advised to begin her search in the Old Town (where we haven't been yet, but I'm hype to start the next session there)

Marsillius wants to cook the books, exploring the mysteries of Clan Tzimisce ("one does not simply walk into Vysherad")

Theodericus wants to visit the Mithraeum - he's feeling very rattled by all this religious disputation and wants to reconfirm exactly where he stands vis-a-vis gods and mystics and his Prince.

We thank you for reading, and hope you'll continue following these reports into Act II!

[icga-blog]

Facts about the Incest Map that hunt my soul

Zoe and Missy are connected (flicky, Zoe only likes to receive) and the only other connection both of them have is with Sasha

Darren know one of the guys Cash had sex with, they give or receive a blowie from him.

Speaking of which: after the map was found, everyone knew Cash had sex with guys (arguably, just guys), including the eshays, but no one talked about it. Maybe they knew before the map?

Sasha had some kind of intimacy with 80% of the safics of the school

Harper and Amerie somehow found out about 8 different of Darren's hook-ups, which either means they went to a lot of the same parties (even if they didn't know what the graveyard meant) or they are a kiss-and-tell.

Dusty had a threesome before, with twins, that are put as one in the map even if they have another connection

The girls noted that one of Spiders connects is probably fake, but still put it. They also didn't realize Quinni is probably fake

Marcus Herd is marked as "no fireworks", which just cannot be about teabagging. He was, like, the first of either Darren or Jacob (I am assuming Jacob is "boy from St. Mary's")? Or he just isn't anything special as a partner, in general?

Mary Good is a screamer

Darren and a guy named Conner mutually simp in eachother

Nina was, I think, in her period when she hookup with Nathan, and one of them apparently told people this enough that there is a category of the map called crime scene just for them.

Malcom exclusively does anal

There is a guy named Omar Aziz

[s-e-v-e-n-24]

States as Rainbow Kitten Suprise songs, part 1

How to: Friend, Love, Freefall

Pacific Love - Alaska/Hawai'i

No look no look platonic or romantic he is a simp for her

Hold my hand darling

Pull me in your waters

When you call my name, I'll be on my way

Mission to Mars - California

Ohhhhhhh my god oh my god. Ok, so. The song generally is about a performer, presumably in a space like Hollywood, fighting hard to cling to their 15 minutes of fame, and trying desperately to stay in the spotlight. Please. Please. I wanna do a whole analysis on this oh my god

But basically, Hollywood Cali

Heard it booming at parties, whispered in homes

The pundits on the radio won't leave it alone

I heard it once, heard it twice

Heard it well enough to tell

They say the mission to Mars, is destined to fail now

And I love how in the end, the last part is the same sentiment, but hopeful

Fever Pitch - Utah/Illithiya

Them being good for eachother my beloved and him being a simp, but more then that, her inevitable death. Her lifespan that will end before his and the bittersweet in every happy moment tainted just a bit by the future. And his hope that maybe, maybe he might be able to join her in an eternity

Hallelujah

The iron king sings a song for the lover

The leaver, the lonely, and like

Young love waits

If I can then I'll meet you at the gate of St. Peter

It's called: Freefall - Gov and California

I love when I can make a song apply to a character in 2 different ways

1, Gov is the devil referenced in the song. This works both in how Gov is Not a good character, but also in the way the Devil interacts with the speaker. Both comforting and concerned, as well as a more tough love approach

2, he is the speaker. The one who stays up late and isolates himself from others and won't admit when he's wrong

Called to the Devil and the Devil said

Hey! Why you been calling this late?

It's like 2 A.M. and the bars all close at 10 in hell, that's a rule I made

Anyway, you say you're too busy saving everybody else to save yourself

And you don't want no help, oh well

That's the story to tell

Now with Cali, he is most definitely just the speaker. It is very much about the self destruction and unlike Gov where it'smore about never ending work and a deepset exhaustionthat won't leave it's more violent, especially with friendships, and the inability to recognize his own wrongs

Some day's end when I need a few friends

Now and again I could never hope to keep them

Thought to give friends what I thought that they wanted

Never had they needed a good friend as I've been

Don't get me venting on friends who resent you

'Cause all you've ever done is been a noose to hang on to

They thought was a necklace and reckless they fell into hell

Where you both hang with nothing to do but

Holy War - Texas

Is it mostly him cause it mentions Dallas? Yeah. But also the parts that allude to a relationship

I see it said in your eyes

All the time

You ain't gotta tell me you're fine babe

They call that Holy War in Dallas

They call for Holy War

On us

Matchbox - Calivada

Quite literally going feral I cannot use words to explain how it fits them just look at the lyrics like a nice, soft love, but maybe a but bitter as it is ended, or ending, due to someone wanting more in life and accidentally leaving a relationship in ruins but maybe it's more a mutual thing, left and discarded, all the while thinking "Well, it's not all on me. They have to talk to me too" And leads them to a premature end to a good thing that maybe wasn't that good maybe it was rotted under the surface and needed work that was always ignored but dammit it was theirs

Or maybe I'm looking too much into this

I also love that it references Mission To Mars

You're a master of passive-aggressive magic tricks

Like, that's not a card that I would've picked but it's your life to live like how you'd like to live

You're type of cool that likes to talk a lot

I'm the type of fool to listen

Salutations to Apollo

While the Mission To Mars is surely soon to follow

And you bit my lip when I kissed you

I bit my tongue not to tell you that I miss you

We shared my blood for an instant and I would trade some more to have it back

Yeah I would trade all of this for that

Everybody I know wants to be a star

Just above the atmosphere flying high

Just above the average fear to try

Keeping me grounded, holding me down for miles

Everybody I know wants the gleam

In designer tops and ten dollar magazines

Infatuated with the beams, you go crazy when I speak

I'm the asshole who keeps laughing at our predicaments

Like this ain't the life that I should've picked

But it's the cards we're dealt we play with

Shit

Moody Orange - Florsiana

I dunno what it us, it's just them. It's chaotic and a rush, and a constant movement and maybe some behaviors in the sing encouraged by the other are not healthy, but there is love there, and it is pure through all the ups and downs. They are a team, and partners, and willingly to try again despite it all

I love the way you know how

I love the way you walk out

I love the way you shut it

Down

Now

Paint it moody orange

Does help that Florida loves oranges

Hide - NJ/NY

When related to specifically them, a denial of feelings and a fear of being vulnerable

I hate you more than I miss you

That's not true, I'd hate to miss you

Anywhere I go anywhere you've been before

I get the chance to say goodbye

Or hello I mean you don't call you don't write

You know I've been up for forty days and forty nights and all my fears have multiplied

By the silence in your eyes

Better hide your love, hide your love

Don't let it slip away, don't let it slip away

When It Lands - Calivada

Peak Calivada. In the middle of their on and iff relationship when everything is good, and sure maybe the good feelings are just the partying and the rush, and sure maybe things have started to fall apart again, maybe there's a longing, a deep issue of missing the other so much but never seeming to be around d them that ruins it everytime but maybe they don't have to think about that right now

Sugar city

Pretty magic

Got me good vibes

Thank God I ain't driving

Traffic vision

Blurred blue bleedin'

That's a black out ladder

It don't matter anyhow

I'm climbing

Keep my good vibes

And check coats for cool climates

In common we got

Good friends rolled light on split ends

Pretty magic

Traffic addicts

And I never call back when my friends all looking at me in the car

'Cause it'd be all they wanna talk about

Oh you tryna to get a deal? A deal? A deal

Sorry on the real

But my eyes and my ears don't work well

And the floor keeps sliding out my heels

I can't feel 'em am I still dreaming?

Painkillers - Colorado

Just generally, him and addictions and struggles with living

Living just comes with a bit of heartache

Heartache comes with a bit of young faith

Faith stays young till your heart get broken

Hope grows up to become someday

Recktify - New York

Just- The fast paced tempo and the lyrics that barely have time to breath and the constant shift in topics lends itself to the atmosphere of a city like NYC, and the temperament of New York himself

Especially the end, it reads to me like overstimulation maybe in a meeting and it's so much and going so fast and maybe he's arguing only to end up being pulled away from a fight He barely remembers starting

You're making a scene

You're making a scene baby

To wreck the scene

To wreck the scene

To rekt

Possum Queen - California/NY/Florida

And this is a thing to be further expanded on, but New York and his failed relationships in the ways of being a little bit unstable and commitment issues

Like him spending winters with Florida, having flings, but never settling and fearing his touch in any other season. Or a past relationship with California where they both were shit and maybe it was the intimacy of knowing eachothers issues so deeply but it's missed. Not in the way they'd do it again, but that they cannot hate eachother, and they loved eachother while it lasted, and maybe they'd be able to try again but for know it's tired smiles and small limes that allude to knowing more then they let on

This will last forever

And when it doesn't, love it for what it is

Don't miss it the way I do

The way I used to

If you love it, love it for what it's been

Don't miss it

Don't wish it back

Don't wish it'd last 'cause if it doesn't

Love it for what it is

Don't miss it the way I do

Don't miss it

Don't miss it the way I miss you

Polite Company - Mississippi

If I'm being honest most of this was cause ballerina Sippi, but honestly vibes anyway

I only want what I can't have

If you love me, give me nothing

Nothing

[ruthserbel]

thank you for the tag @cinammonelles! c:

I'm tagging: @kunikida-simp, @thriftstorebabayaga, anyone else who wants to~ don't feel like you need to though.

this is a looonnnggg post, so I'm putting it under a read more~

First Ship Ever in Your Life: From what I remember it would have been between these two (I forget which one came first timewise): Bella x Edward (Twilight - yes I was a fan of the series, now I just make fun of it), or Rachel x Jesse (St. Berry - although Lea Michele is a terrible human, still 100% ship this)

The Ultimate Three Ships: Hmm... That's hard because I've kinda stopped 'shipping' things, but I guess I would say (and this one is one I have heard beforehand, so don't judge just me~) Maxi & Ruth [Under the Oak Tree] (I'm sorry, I love Riftan, but like, c'mon...), Miyamura x Hori [Horimiya] (I guess that one is cannon, so unsure if it counts, but I'm adding it), and lastly, Deku x Bandages [My Hero Academia] (mans is always in a bandage - I stg)

The First Crush (Fictional Character/Fandom): Hawkeye from M*A*S*H - 100%. I was like ten at the time, and boy did I like that man. Still do!

Last Song: Might U - From My Hero Academia: Hero's Rising Movie

Last Movie: Watched fully through? First time watching, or re-watching?

Last Movie stated (but not ended): Beauty and the Beast (live action)

Last Movie finished: Fifty Shades of Grey - the last one. Honestly, I just put them on in the background at this point. I know people won't believe me when I say this, but I actually like the story in them, not the other parts. People won't believe me, but it's true.

First Time watching: I honestly forget the name. It was one about a couple who after years of the wife waiting to go on their honeymoon, the husband finally books it (although it was a wine tasting tour). On the plane she meets a rich guy, who invites them to stay on his yacht instead. They end up being roped into a murder mystery.

Favorite Flower: Honestly, kinda feel like it's a lame flower, but buttercups. They aren't interesting in anyway, I just like them.

Currently Reading (you can add a link): Besides all of my weekly webtoons/manhuas/etc. I've been reading Boys Abyss (it's a wild ride for sure), and rereading two series that I read in high school (Hush Hush, and The Paper God series)

Currently Watching: Need to catch up on the latest season of Bungo (got kinda in a funk halfway through and stopped watching many shows, so I'm starting to get around to watching things again)

Last Thing I Wrote (Ship/Fandom) (can add link): The latest chapter of the fanfiction.

Currently Writing (can add link): NPC bios for a DnD campaign I am in. I'm writing two people from my characters home town, so I will add in some things that the party can learn about my character from them, and I will add the insight check numbers and such. I'm kinda excited to do that. :)

[h0rr0rsaxo]

[ Runaway Bride - ST Simp Party ]

SYNOPSIS; How Lapis found herself running away from everything she once knew.

GENRE; Angst, action.

CONTENT WARNINGS; Arranged marriage, angst, abusive parents.

TAGS; @insane-horror-movie-addict

CHARACTER COUNT; 7006

Lapis rubbed her face and groaned, her eyes sleepy and her body aching. Forgetting about the bruise on her face, she yanked her hand back and closed her eyes from the throbbing pain of her jaw. She heard the commotion as she lifted herself up, rubbing her cheek. The muscles locked from the shock of the fist that met with her face and for a moment she couldn’t move her jaw from the recent injury. She pulled her hand away from her lips, seeing blood staining her gloved fingers. The woman beside her who had been getting Lapis prepared for her wedding quickly grabbed a handkerchief, dabbing it on the soft of her skin and Lapis winced in pain.

“We must cover this up! You wouldn't want your newly wedded husband to see this.” The woman urged and Lapis let out a soft sigh with a slight nod of the head, rubbing her face to try and get feeling back in her skin. "No handsome fellow likes a bruised fruit, don't you know." The woman crudely jokes, dabbing light powder to cover up the newly formed bruising spots.

— … —

Expensive white-heels snuggly fitted the soles of her feet, as she emotionlessly walked down the carpeted-aisle along the hushed church. Muddled sounds of a piano being played, an odd glint in her eyes became visible. She didn’t know what it meant, but it brought a nasty feeling to her stomach that just didn’t sit right. It felt nothing like how it was supposed to, instead, it felt like a sad person playing the piano in an empty room, drowning in regret and rage. All eyes watched her pristinely walk down to her fiance with a bouquet quietly gripped in her hands, marveling at her unique beauty that she had displayed oh-so wonderfully.

Lapis saw nothing special in his eyes. His blue, cold, dead eyes serve nothing but a reflection to her very own. Both mutated, and molded from a laboratory, then arranged to be married with no other purpose, other than to produce a child who would possess the abilities you both adorned. The emotionless glint brings so much emotion that it could break children’s belief in a colourful world and change it into the sound of horror, of the soft lullaby on an empty place that is waiting for the worst thing to happen.

Lapis did not like this one bit, but hesitantly she closed her eyes, as if trying to escape from her reality. Her mind could still picture her parents in front of her, even with her eyes closed. It scared her. Their eyes were so empty... It reminded her of the dead fish she used to have back at home. 

"Dearly beloved, we have gathered here today to honor the matrimony of Lapis Nightingale and Alexander Lopez,'' The old priest dressed in religious robes holds up a book and stands in between the two of them. His glasses tilt down on the bridge of his nose as his eyes scim along the book. All of the words are muddled in her ears, as soft ringing begins to become apparent. She drifts her attention to the windows behind Alexander, gazing at them and falling into a daydream of escaping. It seems so close yet so far away. The ceremony drones on and on. Lapis is in a delusional daze while it happens until the vows become apparent, snapping her out of her fantasy.

 

"I promise to always love and cherish you, my dear beauty, " She mutes his lines from then on. Lapis isn't in the mood to listen to lies. Alexander's vows are short and sweet yet sound rehearsed because...we'll they are. When it's her turn, she sounds like an actual robot void of emotion. It's true, there's a numbing sensation filling the emptiness of feelings in her brain. Maybe it's a defense mechanism her unconscious mind is performing to block the despair and fear coming in the near future. 

"The rings,'' The priest asks and a young little boy holds a red silk pillow up after stepping forward. Alexander takes one of the beautiful simple designed pieces of jewelry that stands as a symbol of commitment then grabs her limp hand. 

"With this ring, I thee wed," Lapis's anxiety spikes in that moment, kicking in her flight or fight adrenaline. Finally the situation comes crashing down on her, crushing her lungs underneath. The room is getting smaller and the door to the exit down the aisle is looking bigger. Lapis knows it's now or never as the jewelry is slid onto her finger. Her eyes flicker around the room nervously. She swallows down a bit of bile rising in her throat and tries to suck it up by grabbing the other ring. No, running away from her problems would only make things worse...right?

 

"With this ring, I thee wed," Her voice is meek and lacks any confidence in the statement. Alexander places the wider ring on his finger. Alex noticeably frowns at her shakiness. Her chest feels like it's about to explode. It would be so easy to just...dash through those two doors at the beginning of the aisle. The exit to the building is only a few steps after the small hallway entrance just outside the cathedral. There's a large forest surrounding the area...maybe...just maybe it could work if she's fast enough. 

"Alexander Lopez, do you take Lapis Nightingale to be your lawfully wedded wife?" Those dreaded words only spurr her towards making the decision to run as far away as possible from here. She wishes Alex would read her body language, her look of grief and discomfort. But, either he's too egocentric to notice or doesn't care. Whichever one it is causes her dread of  staying with this man through sickness and in health rise to another level. Alexander's greedy, he takes what he wants and that happens to be her. He wants her breath-taking beauty all to himself, as if she were some type of prize to be kept.

"I do," Alexander says without an ounce of hesitation. If only he really loved her instead of claiming her as a possession. A trophy given to him by her father to display and brag about. It sickens her to no end. A spark of anger ignites her defiance and in a single moment, she seals her future. 

"I...I...No..!'' It leaves her mouth in a strong tone. She stares at him straight in the eyes and observes how stunned his expression is. Gasps and whispers begin to spread around the room as a fire does once it catches on kindle. Lapis doesn't turn to see her parent's reactions nor Charlie's. The priest's jaw drops at her rejection. The bride takes her hands back from her fiance's grip and grabs her large fluffy skirt before dashing down the three velvet stairs that connect to the aisle. She nearly trips a few times and stumbles periodically. Her heart thumps against her ribcage as she gets closer and closer to the exit, throwing the piece of jewelry around her finger against the ground in the process.

She had just escaped from the laboratory that could've been considered hell, as it mutated and dreadfully turned her into some type of super-human.

Almost immediately, guards spread out to retrieve her. Her eyes narrowed, immediately turning to the front of her. If she had continued to sprint, she would reach the beach just a few paces ahead. They had chosen a poor choice of location as she managed to kick off her overbearingly painful high-heels, picking up the fluff of her dress and trying not to trip over it. They all stopped in astonishment as she'd finally reached the ocean, every single glance of water started to rise above her head as it all gathered and shape-shifted into a massive clenched fist, mimicking her own fist as she controlled the gathered-water with ease. At her command, the hand started to grab the guards, and throw them with little to not effort. 

As a rain of bullets were being shot at her, she stretched her hand out towards the leading henchman. She shifted, and manipulated the water that had been inside his body, she was able to control his limbs since water was inside his blood. As she controlled him, he let out a terrifying shriek of a scream, and felt all his bones slowly being crushed from the inside. By a tenfold, they were outsmarted, and quickly retreated.

The ocean had collapsed into place, waves roughly crashing against the sand and slightly stained the white of her dress. The water shifted its form, quickly attaching to her back as it shaped into wings of some-sort, and she leaped, leaving this place permanently.

From afar, Alex watches as she beautifully glides along the sky, letting a terrifyingly calm smile grace his lips. An unknown emotion had been brewing in those inhospitable eyes of his, something dangerous, "You'll be back, Lapis" He smiled, "Even I have to hunt you down, and if I have to break every limb in your body just for you to stay with me, I will. Either way, you'll be back."

[moonlit-imagines]

warnings:

a/n: i haven’t written for ST in so long!! i miss them and when season 4 comes out i will be unstoppable

requested by anonymous

Every time you walked in the room, the whole troop of teenagers trampled over each other to make an impression on you. You thought it was just a joke, and you’d laugh the whole time, but they were dead serious. “So, uh, y/n, you wanna go to the arcade this weekend? I’ve got the high score on Dig Dug.” Dustin bragged and Max shoved him out of the way.

“Not anymore, you don’t. Plus, the arcade? Really? How about you come to my place and we watch scary movies? My stepdad got this projector, we can steal it and camp in my backyard!” She counter-proposed and the rest of them laughed with you, but yours was much more of a tame giggle than mocking laughter.

“Can you be any more obvious?” Mike taunted. “Let’s hear what y/n wants to do, right? Y/N, do you have any plans or ideas for this weekend?” Mike asked you as the rest glared at him.

“Well, um, I thought the movie projector was a cool idea…” You answered and all groaned except for Max.

“Hah, suck it! Everyone who hated my idea is uninvited!” Max bragged and gave you a high five, pulling you away from the rest of the party and flaunting her victory.

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[adriannamunson]

Little Miss Perfect loves Sir Freak

Eddie Munson x F!Reader, Steve Harrington x F!Reader (platonic)

SUMMARY: You’re in love with the same boy they called a freak.

A/N: I am obsessed with ST and always will be. Please enjoy this final part.

WARNINGS: Proofread when I was sleepy (so bare with me), a bit angsty, jealous Eddie, reader is a simp, this is dialogue heavy because it’s key to the story hehe, also a bit if seggsual implications but nothing too graphic.

WORD COUNT: 6.8 k (ya this is thicc)

Part 2

You didn’t quite understand why the project you and the infamous Eddie Munson did together had the honor of getting an A, but it did anyway.

So because of Eddie’s disbelief and failure to comprehend the results, you and him stayed behind to question your beloved teacher.

“You have to be joking right, Mrs. D?” Eddie practically jitters with every single word, by this grade, he could fail all his remaining classes and still graduate.

“I mean, y/n? Sure, but me? Wow.” He looks down at you with a shocked grin. You give him a small pat on his back, reassuring him that he deserves that grade.

“Yes, well since she did help you, so you both got A’s.” Mrs. O’Donnely smiles cheekily, “Now get out.” Her smile disappears to a stern frown again, gently fixing the papers on her desk.

Both of you abruptly exit the classroom to the now emptying halls of Hawkins High. That was the last class of the day, and everybody was excited to head home because it was the last day of the week. And also because the biggest party of the year was tomorrow.

Your perfect house party. Thank the god above that your parents had a week long business trip and they’ll be gone for it.

Eddie was still in shock as the two of you began walking down the hall, “I just- how??” The biggest smile still plastered on his dimpled cheeks.

You shrug lightly, even flirtatiously hitting his arm. “Team effort, Munson.” He could get used to the way his name rolled out from your lips. “Give yourself some credit, you made a turn around this week.”

He also swore that you were flashing him heart eyes while you two were walking. But… then again, you probably weren’t and he was reading into it too much.

“Couldn’t have done it without you, though.” He adjusts his hands into his pockets, acting a bit sly. Almost like he was shy to be around you.

You stopped walking, standing there for a moment. Which made him stop, too. “You are probably…” You lingered on your words to pester him, “…right.” You pulled the shirt a bit, like you had no fear letting him know that you were interested.

Well you were gonna tell him tomorrow, so what’s the name point in hiding. You even wrote a pathetic little letter that had all the things you enjoyed during your weeklong partnership.

All about how his quirks were rubbing off on you, and how you would even find yourself taking some interest in his interests. I mean, how could you not like anything he says when he says it with so much passion?

Even your mom has grown a bit accustomed to Eddie’s presence at your house.

-

“Here you two are.” Your mom plops down a fresh plate of cookies by your desk.

You look up at her confused, “What’s all this?” Putting your notebook down your lap.

Eddie adjusts his position on the floor, kneeling down to see the cookies on your desk. “Well it would be a shame if I didn’t let Eddie taste my cookies.”

“Mom, don't say it like that.” You pretend to vomit. The way the words fell from her mouth were suggestive, and it was a bit gross.

“Oh sweet! Thanks Mrs. Y/l/n!” Eddie grabs a cookie like a little boy at a party. Nomming down on it like there was no tomorrow.

With a pleased smile, your mom nods as she exits your room.

You stared at Eddie who was already on his second cookie. He couldn’t help but question why you were biting the pen in between your teeth and looking at him like that.

“What? Is there something on my face?” His big brown eyes looked at you with a bit of concern. Was he making a fool out of himself right now? Yep. But he felt comfortable enough to do so.

Unfortunately (or fortunately) there was something on dear Eddie’s face. So you reach up, copying his kneeling, to wipe the chocolate by his cheeks.

“Let me just-” Your thumb glides across his cheek, carefully removing the mess.

The poor boy didn’t know what to fucking do. I mean you probably didn’t mean anything by this action right? You’re just helping a guy out.

But why were you doing it so softly and why were your eyes glossed over with that irresistible gaze? Your lips looked so pretty parted like that. If only he could-

“There.” Once satisfied with the mess being cleaned up, you smiled at his shocked puppy expression. And you being you, you cleaned your own fingers up by gently sucking on your thumb.

And crap, were you hitting on him?

He swore his pants tightened at the sight of you doing that so sensually, but the moment gets interrupted when your mother comes back in with some drinks.

“Fresh lemonade, kids!”

Making both of you redirect the tension elsewhere.

-

As the end of the school hallway was coming into view, you wanted to ensure that Eddie was coming tomorrow. Everything had to go perfectly. You’d take him to the balcony and give him the note. Then, if all things go well, he’ll be yours.

Jesus, were you really that interested?

Who are you kidding, you’re a go-getter. And you always get what you want.

“Eddie… you’re coming tomorrow right?” Your words made him stop in his tracks. It was bothering you that your heart was beating like a complete idiot.

“Yeah! Of course. It is the party of the year.” He pushes his hair back, while adjusting his stance.

“Great, remember my surprise for you.” You teased him again which made him smile wide.

“How could I forget, it’s been bothering me since you mentioned it.”

As the two of you exchange words, you get pulled by your hand by Chrissy and Jason. “Hey, come on, we gotta get the stuff for tomorrow.”

You swore if you could do all this planning with Eddie, you would. Make him tag along as you guys went through Hawkins, getting the much needed party supplies.

But he probably wouldn’t want to, it must be boring. “Oh right.” Your voice almost sounded defeated. Like a balloon that was deflating. Your eyes looked back at Eddie, who was smiling widely at your face.

“It’s alright, I’ll catch you tomorrow.” He was too sweet, too sweet for the way he constantly dressed. Like, his personality didn’t match his exterior.

Jason and Chrissy whisper something to each other before giggling. Almost like they were teasing the way you and Eddie were looking at each other. They did, however, put on a normal face when you redirect your attention to them. “Let’s go.”

And there Eddie was, back to staring as you left yet again. You stood by Chrissy’s side as Jason’s arm wrapped around her. A position you’ve already gotten accustomed to, but now you wish you had someone of your own, wrapped around you.

Shooting Eddie one last look, he smiles back at you with a wide handwave. The mere action makes you roll your eyes and laugh at his theatrical nature.

“Eddie!” Mike and Dustin scream from the side, pulling his sleeves like two kids.

Taken aback by the way the rascals were interrupting his admiration towards you, he sighs aloud. “Yep?” He says, almost unenthusiastically.

“We need your help in picking outfits for tomorrow!” Mike speaks almost like it was the most crucial part of their lives. It kind of was, Mike and Dustin have never been invited to such a spectacle.

“Yeah same, it is the cool kids party, you know.” Dustin adds on, gaining a ‘I need friends my age’ look, all over his face. But he loves the bozos, so he agrees.

“Alright, younglings. I’ll help.”

—>

“Please, y/n. It’s too obvious!” Chrissy jokes around as the three of you ride in Jason’s car. You sat in the back seat as the two lovers sat up front. The way they were lecturing you felt like they were being your parents. Advicing you in your efforts towards love.

“Honestly it’s nice seeing you in love.” Jason pokes fun at your situation as well.

You groan, “I’m not in love.” Looking out the window to see trees passing by. The couple laugh at your words, how would they believe that crap when you never shutted up about Munson.

You constantly gossiped it to Chrissy, and in extension Jason. They swore, they would never tell anyone, and you trusted them enough with it. But, they still teased the crap out of you because of it.

Jason looks back at you and chuckles, “Sure, Ms. ‘His eyes are gorgeous and his hair is so cool’, we totally believe you.” Making Chrissy laugh from the passenger side.

“It’s okay to like him, y/n, you’d look cute together.” She was still being a sweet friend to you even if she would never drop this whole crush you had with Eddie ‘The Freak’ Munson.

Defeated, you just chose to shut them out for the rest of the ride, until you get to your first stop. Family Video.

When you guys did arrive there however, it completely fell out of your mind that Steve Harrington was working there.

Now, you and Steve did fool around a couple of times. Well, maybe more than once.

That all stopped when he and Nancy Wheeler dated and broke up. And you never looked back since. Despite all that, you two remained friends. “Harrington, totally forgot you still existed.” You adjusted your shoulder bag as you walked to the counter.

Chrissy and Jason rushed to different sections, trying to find good movies for tomorrow. It was mainly for background noise during the party but, some people may want to just chill and watch a movie or two.

He gets snapped out from the computer and looks at you, “Why if it isn’t the Hawkins princess. What can I do for you, pretty girl?He leans against the counter while pushing a few strands of his hair away from his face.

“We’re just here to get a few flicks.” You nodded as you replicated his stance.

“Ah.” He looks at Chrissy and Jason who were flirting instead of actually looking for good movies. “Seems like you’re a third wheel again.”

You blow a raspberry in his face while nodding relentlessly, “Seems like it.” You almost forgot to mention the party, he wasn't at the high school, so he wouldn’t have known. “Oh that reminds me, come over to my place tomorrow.” A sweet smile across your face.

In Steve’s shock, he decides to be coy with your statement. “She sees me again and needs me immediately, you don’t wait before pouncing, do you?” He was flirtatious, but that was Steve though. That simply was his personality.

You hit his arm and laugh, “No! Gosh, Steve…” A blush spreads on your cheeks, even if he didn’t mean anything to you, he was still a good talker. “That’s not what I meant. I’m having a party tomorrow and everyone in school’s coming.”

He gasps out an ‘ah’ and agrees, “Oh okay, I thought it was for another thing since Ms. Snow Queen still doesn’t have a prince charming, yet.” Of course everyone knew about your relationship issues. You’d rather just hook up with someone and leave, rather than maintaining a long term relationship.

But no, this time was different. You smiled at Steve’s words as you tried to look anywhere but his face. That mannerism was something no one has seen in a long time and he knew something was up. “Oh wait a minute, there IS someone? Who is it?” The gossipy side of Harrington came out and you bit your lip at his remark.

“It’s this guy.” You say nonchalantly, so vague that even Steve scrunched up his face.

“Is he gonna be there tomorrow?”

A small nod confirms Steve’s question. Honestly he was kind of proud of you, at least one of you guys is experiencing a love life better than his.

Robin pops in from behind Steve and all the color from her face drains away when she sees you. She didn’t necessarily have a crush on you, because you were pretty damn intimidating and she already had Vicky in her thoughts. But, she was not expecting Ms. Perfect to be at her place of work, looking like a damn beauty queen.

“Hi Robin.” You greet her, smiling as you wave. She stuttered and jittered a bit before Steve lightly elbowed her.

How the hell do you know her name? “H-hey y/n. You know my name?” She tried to remain cool as she organized a few receipts on the counter top.

You scoff at the question, of course you did. You knew practically everyone at school, “Of course I do, Buckley. Say, you’re coming tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, b-biggest party of the year right? Woo.” A soft fist pump in the air made you giggle and she swore the gates of heaven were going to open up right then and there.

“These ones please.” Chrissy plops down the movies to rent which were about ten. You widen your eyes at the amount but Jason shushes you before you could protest. The couple paid for it quickly before you could, which made you frown.

“It’s my party, let me pay.” Almost yanking poor Jason’s hand away.

“Shh, you’ll spend a lot more at the supermarket.” He gently removes your hand from his. You almost forgot about the most important part of the party. The food and the drinks. You nod at the sentence and tilted your head to the side. Watching Chrissy grab the movies that were in a bag.

“Come on.” They both make their way to the exit. You followed suit while waving back to Steve and Robin.

Once you exited the door Steve laughed at Robin’s reaction to your presence, “I get it she’s hot, but goddamn, Rob.” He exits the booth, heading back to refill the emptied shelves.

As you made your way to the market, you couldn’t help but feel butterflies in your stomach. Excited to let Eddie know how you feel and even, possibly, begin dating him. You are afraid though, that maybe you were getting ahead of yourself. That he may not feel the same way and that could ruin everything you had planned.

But you remained headstrong.

“Hey, y/n, James has us covered on drinks right?” Jason’s voice pulls you away from your anxiety-ridden thoughts.

“Yep, already got that covered.”

–Saturday 7:30 PM, Munson Residence.

Eddie rummaged through his closet, or whatever this pile of clothes is supposed to be called, in order to find the best outfit he could wear. He didn’t wanna just wear another hellfire shirt because he wants to make an effort in his appearance, tonight.

Maybe a black tee? You know, it’s still in character, but at least he could look different.

So, he agreed. He grabbed the cologne his uncle had and hasn’t used in years. Spritzing it all over the shirt before removing his hellfire tee to replace it. He didn’t quite understand why he was putting so much effort into his look, but he reckoned it had something to do with you.

Maybe you’d compliment him. And he knows one compliment from you would go a long way. If he only knew how many times you bored and annoyed Jason and Chrissy with your compliments about Eddie, he would probably die.

“Eddie! What’s taking so long? We still have to pick up some soda pops!” Mike knocks on Eddie’s bedroom door, causing a panicked Eddie to groan.

“CAN YOU WAIT PLEASE!” He grabs a leather jacket, which made him look like a complete vampire, but it would have to do. They already looked at him like a freak, might as well add fire to the flame. He runs his fingers through his hair after spraying them with the same cologne, making sure he would mask any smell that would be unpleasant. He did shower two fucking times that day. Just to make sure he would look and feel his absolute best.

When he felt satisfied with his all-black outfit, he put on a pair of dirty white Converse. He was just about to grab the door and open it but he rushed over to his ‘sweetheart’ of a guitar. “Wish me luck, girl.”

He wasn’t even sure what he was going to do tonight, all he knew was he wanted to make a move. Or not. Depends on how the night would go. He can’t keep betraying his poor heart for any longer.

Upon seeing Eddie when his bedroom door opened, Mike and Dustin couldn’t believe what they saw. Their dearest friend Eddie, dressed pretty decently for once. “Wow, well… Now we know why you took that long.”

“Ha, ha very funny. Come on, we gotta go.” Eddie brushed past them, which made the two boys get a nice whiff of Eddie’s uncharacteristic smell.

“Dude, are you wearing perfume?” Mike says with a cheeky smile. Dustin was nodding suggestively because they know about Eddie’s admiration for the Hawkins’ town princess.

In annoyance, Eddie rolls his eyes, “ITS COLOGNE.” He was frantic, grabbing a paper bag that had a newly printed out hellfire club shirt he specially made for you. You still didn’t understand the whole dungeons and dragons game, but you were interested enough to keep listening to his stories.

So he wanted to make you an honorary member.

“Sure, Eds.��� It was hard for the boys not to make fun of their dear old pal Eddie. Eddie the great, who wouldn’t even dare look twice when throwing an empty wrapper of candy into the trash bin. The same Eddie who doesn’t even care if his hair hasn’t been washed in two days. Now, Eddie is over here, well groomed, ready for the party.

It was just interesting, to say the least.

- 8 PM, Your place

People must have been excited as fuck. They began pouring in at 7 PM, even though that’s 2 hours earlier than they should have been. “You guys do know we haven’t set shit up yeah?” Jason runs his hands through his hair in frustration. The rest of the basketball team and cheerleaders were here early to help out, but these party guests being here this early, was not on their to-do list. So it was hectic.

“Grab a thing and help set it up, damn it!” Chrissy was also sort of fumed over the fact that these people, mainly sophomores, arrived this early. Instead of helping, they began watching and roaming around your big house. Even heading to the back by your pool. And this was not how you wanted the night to start.

“HELP OR YOU’RE LEAVING.” You didn’t scream it, but rather had your voice increase its volume just so everyone could hear. With your order, they grabbed cups, banners, confetti, balloons and plates. Even began organizing the drinks counter, labeling each dispenser accordingly.

Jason and Chrissy exhale in defeat, plopping down by the staircase as they shake their heads. The three of you have been fixing the party ever since last night, so yeah, exhausted would be an understatement. “It’s like you have a superpower, y/n.” The poor boy wipes beads of sweat away from his forehead. “Yeah…” Chrissy swallows harshly, “Don’t know how you do it.”

They honestly didn’t know why it was so easy for anyone to follow your pleas but it didn’t really matter. You could honestly ask them to start a war and they would. It wasn’t even just your fellow schoolmates, but everyone in Hawkins. Maybe it’s just because of your parents being influential as hell, so by default, you were also like that; or it’s just how you were perceived to be this leader.

Probably both.

Eventually, everything started getting back on track. 9 PM rolled by and more people began coming in. Some even thoughtful enough to bring some snacks or full on meals of their own. Some opted to bring soda instead. Either way, the gestures were sweet and you thanked each and every one of them.

It didn’t take too long to see Robin and Steve enter the door, you welcomed them in with a hug. Which, again, caught Robin off guard.

Steve looks at Robin and mouths out a ‘Keep it cool’ since you were so close to her, she could literally scream. Eventually, it stops when you end the hug.

“Glad you guys made it.” You grabbed cups which were by the table in the foyer, “James got us some alcohol so, knock yourselves out.” You didn’t even need to say anything else before Robin began making her way to the beverage counter.

“So, where is this guy you’re in love with.” You and Steve made your way to the same counter, but slower. You shrugged because it was already 9:20 PM and Eddie was nowhere to be found.

“Probably running late.” Grabbing his cup, you filled it up. Giving it back to him as you guys made your way to the backyard to sit down by the familiar outdoor couches. He knew his way around your house since you two did fool around for the first couple years in high school.

You sat beside him as you sighed carefully, you were worried Eddie would be lost in the sea of people, and you wouldn’t be able to tell him anything. Steve notices your nervousness and pats your leg to calm you down. “Hey, chill. He’ll be here. Whoever he is, since you won’t tell me.”

“It’s best I keep it to myself first unless it goes sideways.” You almost felt embarrassed at the idea of everyone finding out that you get rejected.

“Sorry, are you saying there’s someone in this shitty town who would pass up on a woman like you?” He takes a sip of his drink in disbelief that you think anyone in this town doesn’t find you attractive. I mean, everyone admired you, it didn’t even matter if it was romantically or not. They all looked up at you for inspiration.

You smile slightly at Steve’s confidence boost, he always knew the right thing to say. “Thanks, Steve.” You lean on his shoulder which instinctively causes him to wrap his arms around you. He did find you insanely gorgeous but you and him were never anything but friends who fooled around.

As your friend, he wanted the best for you.

You and Steve get company with the likes of Jason, Chrissy and some of the basketball team. They happily greet a familiar face. Each of them finding a place to sit down, while Chrissy sat next to you. All of you spoke a bit louder than usual, since music was blasting while the others were rowdy as hell.

Laughter and story-telling was the main focus of this little group you were in. You found yourself occasionally looking around to spot Eddie or one of the hellfire boys, but would constantly get disappointed. Glancing at your watch, it was already 9:45 PM and it made your heart sink.

With a soft nudge, Chrissy captures your attention. “I see Nancy’s little brother…” You follow her eyes, directing to the area between the pool and your garden. Mike and Dustin were high fiving some of the other hellfire boys. It was difficult for your heart not to palpitate, but it did.

The boys being here means that Eddie was, too. You excuse yourself from the little group around you. “Steve, I just need to go get someone.” You patted Harrington’s lap which made him nod, zoning back into the conversation with the rest.

Moving through the hoards of people in your house, you were cursing at yourself. With the amount of people here, how would you be able to find Eddie? Well, easy, he was the one with fluffy dark hair and thousands of rings.

He looked so lost, stepping in between people. Careful as to not bump into a random kid. “Eddie!” You waved your hand so that he would see you. Funnily enough, he only saw your forehead and your hands. The people were definitely shrouding over you.

Soon, the two of you were face to face. “I got something for you!” He screams over the loudness of your party. You nod, “Let’s head to the back! It’s less noisy there!” You grabbed his hand, pulling him through the crowd. You had to admit, he smelled pretty fucking delicious.

Either that was not him, or it was. And if it was, you felt your heart flutter at the thought that maybe he got all dressed up for you.

Stepping to the backyard, he could finally talk without screaming. Granted, it was still noisy, but not as obnoxious as the interior of your home. “Here you are, m’lady.” He hands you a paper bag with a big smile on his face. Your patio lights made you see him clearer. You weren’t sure why he looked way hotter than before, but maybe it was the attire or the cologne.

“You didn’t have to bring gifts, Munson. This is a grad party, not a birthday party.” Taking the paper bag into your hands, you blush upon realizing it was a hellfire club shirt. One that seemed to fit you perfectly.

“Oh my-” You drop the paper bag to the floor in order to hold the shirt up.

“I got the smallest size because well, you are very…” He makes gestures with his hands, like he was squeezing you down. Pretty much saying that you were small.

His side comment didn’t mean much to you, it actually was so heartwarming to get this gift. So, you wanted to wear it, right here, right now. Instinctually, you took off your pastel sweater, making Eddie panic because he thought nothing was underneath. “Hey, wait a minute-” He reached out to pull your sweater but it was too late.

To his surprise you were wearing a tank top that perfectly hugged your sensual curves. You had half the mind to realize what you were doing because suddenly everyone’s eyes were on you.

“Damn, look at that!” You hear Steve from the back of your head. Gaining a few other woo’s and applause. Feeling a bit intoxicated, you turned to the people who were ogling you and bowed down. Pretty much bending down in front of Eddie, making the poor boy fight his hardest to not look at your ass.

After a few bows, you pulled the shirt over your head which saddened all the people who still wanted to see the princess of Hawkins in a promiscuous position. But a las, they went back to their own stuff. “Fits me perfectly.” You pulled it down till your waistline, where your black skirt met the shirt.

Eddie wanted to take a photograph and keep it for the rest of time. You looked so different than you usually do yet, it made sense. You messed your hair up a bit and plastered on a big smile, “Don’t you think, Munson?”

Twirling around to give him a full view, resulting in a speechless Eddie. “Absolutely fantastic.” He had to double check whether or not he was drooling, physically wiping his mouth. He looked like an absolute bozo, but an adorable one at that. Making you giggle.

“Come.” You pull him again by the hand to the little group you sat in. Chrissy instantly moves aside, sitting on Jason’s lap, which caught him off-guard until he saw you with Eddie. The cheerleader shushes Jason and simply pretends like nothing was going on.

“Harrington, scootch.” You, still holding Eddie’s hand, plopped back down onto the seat. Munson had no choice but to sit next to you, even though this was a very unusual group he never found himself in.

“Munson? What are you-” Patrick began commenting until Jason threw an empty plastic cup to his direction, making all the others stop protesting.

Steve smiles at your return, snaking his arm back around you. “Had to do a costume change, huh, pretty girl?” His eyes trailed down your physique. The table erupts with compliments and a few flirtatious comments till you playfully shush them, placing your finger against your lips.

Eddie was sort of insecure at the fact that Steve, THE Steve Harrington called you pretty girl. You guys weren’t even dating but he felt a tinge of jealousy. Were you only nice to him because you saw him as a charity case or something. He was getting lost in these negative thoughts but was snapped out of it when he felt your head against his shoulder.

Sure, he was out of place but he slowly began joining along the laughter and funny stories that were being exchanged. You snaked your hand to his, clasping it in between your fingers. Eddie didn’t know how to react to the situation so he simply responded mutually.

“What about you, y/n? Why haven’t you found someone yet, hmm?” A cheerleader, who was clearly intoxicated as fuck, interrogates you.

You let go of Eddie’s hand to reach for your drink, but Eddie read into it wrong. More like you were scared that anyone would see you holding his hand. Even if that was not the case. “Oh you know, y/n…” Steve answers on your behalf, making everyone look at him. You shoot him squinted eyes and jokingly poke his side.

“... She’s too smart for that type of shit, aren’t you? Pretty girl, hm?” Steve pulls you in by your shoulder, causing you to get pushed onto his chest. The rest of the group began wondering.

Eddie continued to get worked up with the nickname Steve constantly called you. He had absolutely no right, but he couldn’t control his emotions.

“Didn’t you guys date?” Patrick gulps down his drink. The others murmured in agreement, which made Eddie tense up in full-blown jealousy. Why did you hold his hand like that or lean your head against his shoulder if you were interested in Steve?

You were plopped on Steve’s chest, breathless in laughter. “Yeah we did, when was it?” He questions you, looking down to meet your eyes.

“Ew, please don’t bring it up… Maybe, like a year ago?” You pushed yourself off Steve’s chest, leaning back against the outdoor couch’s back.

Steve pretended to be hurt, clasping his chest. “Don’t say ew when you used to say my name in bed, pretty girl.” That made everyone shout and clap their hands in amusement at Steve’s playful words. You softly smacked his cheek, laughing to yourself.

For you and Steve, this was all just good natured friends, having a laugh at some fond memories. However, for Eddie, it was something more than that. He couldn’t handle it, he couldn’t have handled it, since he stood up and excused himself, heading back inside. He wasn’t sure where he was gonna go. Preferably back to his shitty trailer park home and just drown these pointless emotions of jealousy in some irresponsible way.

But he found himself stuck in the crowd of freshmen and sophomores who were just happy to be there. Now, he didn’t really give a shit if he bumped into someone or not. He just needs fresh air. Maybe even a balcony or something.

Eddie’s abrupt action of leaving made your smile instantly fade away, following him as soon as he left. The others weren’t even sure what the fuck was going on between the two, but Jason and Chrissy had a few ideas.

As you pushed through the crowd yet again, you called out to Eddie. He was sneakily making his way up your stairs, so you squeezed your way to reach him. “MUNSON!”

You tried your hardest to reach him by the stairs, but it didn’t happen. Instead you only reached him once he was already by the balcony, on the side of your house. It was quiet, since most of the rooms up here were occupied by teenagers who were wanting to have a good time.

“Eddie!” You pushed the balcony door open to see Eddie, who had his leather jacket removed, hanging on his shoulder. “Could you explain why you just left like that?”

He was staring and jittering at the night sky, not wanting to look at you because of the sheer embarrassment and self-anger he had towards himself. Why was he jealous? He just couldn’t wrap his head around it. “Munson, I asked you a question.”

“I heard.” He pushed his hair back, gaining enough courage to look at you but still felt his chest sink in pain. “I just… It’s hard to explain.”

“I thought everything was going well! We were laughing, we held hands even! The night was going well!” You stepped towards him, you weren’t necessarily shouting but you weren’t necessarily whispering either.

“Yeah, I thought so, too! But then you and Steve decided to put your relationship on display-” He didn’t mean to raise his voice but it was the heat of the moment sort of thing. But, he stopped himself from continuing that stupid statement.

You tilted your head to the side, furrowing your brows, “Are you serious right now, Steve?”

He looked at your pissed off face and wanted to disappear. He probably overstepped.

“Yeah.” His voice was defeated and almost reached back to the balcony door in order to just forget this whole thing. You spotted his action, so you grabbed his forearm. Honestly, the first time you felt his skin since he usually kept the jackets on.

“Are you jealous?” Your anger riddled face was replaced with a more sympathetic gaze. “Hey come on, look at me.” You used your other hand to grab his chin, forcing him to look at you.

He swallowed harshly, “I shouldn’t be.” Your hand drops back to your side, but the other remains on his arm. You felt terrible, this shouldn’t have happened because all you wanted to do this night was tell Eddie how you feel. Now, he feels like garbage because of your actions.

“Please don’t be-”

“I know I shouldn’t! Because why should I be? We’re not even a thing, we’re not even friends, probably. You wouldn’t even like me! It’s stupid of me to actually start feeling feelings for little Ms. Perfect but I can’t help it. She’s too perfect, she’s too sweet, she’s kind, she looks after others and she looks like the most beautiful painting I’ve ever seen- I just can’t get you off my mind and it’s actually pathetic.” He couldn’t help but blurt out all of these words, they were falling out of his mouth faster than he could think.

“I’ve done well enough hiding it because before, I would just watch you from a far. But these past few days, you’ve been talking to me, we’ve been hanging out and you match how you look. Your fucking goreous and so is your heart.” Breathlessly, Eddie softens under your touch.

“And that’s why I shouldn’t.” He slumped his head in between his shoulders, sad and honestly insecure that he just poured out his whole heart and soul like that. And you were not responding. Which made it even worse.

But, truth is, you weren’t responding because you were blushing so damn hard. Also, because you were pulling out the letter you were going to give him later that night. No better time than now. So you began reading it out loud, dropping his arm from your touch.

Clearing your throat, you began reading your words. “I never understood my friends when they told me they were in love. I physically want to throw up when I hear Chrissy talking about Jason’s perfect face or his perfectly coiffed hair. It really didn’t make any sense to me, to be obsessed over someone else. From the creases that formed when they smile to the way their eyes light up when they talk about something they like. That was until I met you.” You adjusted the way you stood, scared to look up at Eddie because you were not mentally prepared to see what his face looked like.

“I could listen to the way you talk about dungeons and dragons or the new guitar riff you just learned, or even how you don’t like it when people chew loudly. I would never get sick your pointless stories. I’d never get sick of you.” You smiled at your own words, feeling a bit mad at yourself for allowing you to be so cheesy, yet here we were.

“So, when we were partnered up, I feared the worst, like your chaotic behavior. But I also feared the best like, the repercussions I would feel if we got close. And both of them happened. You were messy and sometimes out of line, but you made me feel vibrant and normal. Things I have never experienced before, you made me experience. I never thought thinking of someone could make my heart happy, but it did, with you. You made me constantly recall how your stories went and how your voice sounds. Plus, I’d constantly blush at your exaggerated compliments.” You stepped back a few, in order to breathe in heavily. Eddie’s breathing hitched once and awhile at the words you were saying.

“So don’t take this letter in vain because I mean it when I say, I am falling for you, Eddie Munson. And I don’t want to stop.” When those last few words left your lips, you folded the paper up back again, handing it over to Eddie, who was at a loss for words.

He looked down at you like you weren’t real, like he was dead or dreaming. He pinches his arm in order to establish any pain, so he could find out if this was truly happening. “Holy shit.” His raspy voice exhales harshly, “This isn’t a dream, you actually said that?” He looked at the piece of paper in his hands.

Nodding gently, you felt like your cheeks were about to explode by the way you were blushing. “And you meant it??” He questions again, like the poor boy just couldn’t believe that the girl of his dreams feels the same way.

“Every little bit.” You tiptoed, reaching out to his cheek while your thumb gently ran over it.

“I look like an idiot, don’t I?”

You nod at his question but with that cute smile on your face, he didn’t even care if he looked like a clown. Thinking Harrington and you were an item when in fact, you were into him.

He placed the paper in his pockets before pulling you in by your waist. A dumb smile on his face. “Was this the… ‘surprise’?” He says with an air-quote.

You look at his dreamy eyes and smile to yourself, “It is, but it’s not yet complete.” You tilted your head up to his lips, slowly kissing him and feeling every single nerve in your body fill up with glee.

Eddie could literally feel his chest pound with way his heart was beating. You were so perfect, so wonderful and now you were kissing him after sharing his feelings. It was paradise. His arms snake around your waist tighter, practically pulling you closer to his body by lifting you up.

You jump onto him, legs wrapping around his waist, never breaking the kiss. He moved his hands to your thighs to support you as the kiss grew deeper and more passionate. His hand slithers right above the hem of your shirt, wanting to pull it off, until you hear a voice.

“WAIT STOP!”

The two of you get interrupted when you turn towards the inside of your house. Just behind the balcony doors. Your friends and the hellfire boys were spying on the two of you like crazy.

“It was cute until you guys made it sexual.” Dustin jokes around.

“Still cute though!” Chrissy gives you a proud wink. All of your friends didn’t want to protest at the fact that you were snogging the freak of the town, but they truly didn’t seem to care. Most of them were just happy you finally found someone.

“By the way, the letter was a tearjerker and I do have a perfect face.” Jason claps his hands while Chrissy pecks his cheek. Gaining a collective ‘yay’ to explode from the group.

You and Eddie laugh with one another, still swaddled up in his arms. He could just carry you like this everywhere, if it meant you’d kiss him like that everytime.

And just like that, Miss Perfect and Sir Freak suddenly felt like they belonged.

BONUS! → Summer of 86

“One last touch…. aaaaaand there!”

“Please, no.”

“Yeah why do we have to wear these!?”

“You’ve got to be kidding.”

“I look like a freaking christmas ball.”

“Because if you don’t you’ll get burned.” You looked back and forth between the hellfire boys who were, needless to say, absolutely adorable in their new outfits.

“I’d rather be burned from embarrassment.” Mike buries his face into the floaties he was holding. A couple of groans escape the other boys.

“Sorry, my pool, my rules. Don’t mope, you guys look cute!” You booped Dustin’s nose, making him squint his eyes in your direction.

“Don’t worry baby, I think you did amazing.” Eddie comes out to join the rest of you in your backyard. Wrapping his arms around you as he places a soft kiss on your forehead.

You looked back at the boys who were dressed in summer getaway clothes, bright swim trunks, smiley beach hats, neon flip flops and sunscreen. “Thank you.”

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[imagine--if]

omg yes can you PLEASE do relationship hcs with dano's pierre bezukhov 🥺🥺

A/N: I absolutely can!! I'll probably end up doing relationship hcs with all Dano characters in between requests 🥰 enjoy!

Pairing: Dano!Pierre Bezukhov x reader (War & Peace 2016)

Warnings: Suggestive stuff and fluff 🙃

Dating Pierre Bezukhov Would Include:

• I seriously don't know where to start 😂

• Okay, so you met Pierre at a ball or formal gathering, where he caught your attention by spilling half his drink on a lady.. cus he's a klutz

• He's looking around all apologetically until his eyes meet yours, and he's just 😳😍

• The people around you think he's wild and disapprove pretty quickly, but you think it's cute, and decide to go over and talk to him

• Pierre's immediately shocked by the fact that someone as beautiful as you has willingly chosen to introduce themselves and be friendly, and when he can form a sentence he stutters over his words in his flustered state

• You get on amazingly, and when he goes out to drink himself into a state at a party... I mean, he goes, but he's distracted the whole time by thinking of you 🥰

• Good luck trying to get rid of him now, because whether you're going to some other ball or just around St Petersburg, the chances are that he'll want to come and enjoy your company, and it also makes him feel like he's protecting you by being around 😌

• He can't dance lmao, but for you, he'll try

• Because he's hella protective, and will gladly defend your honour if anyone tries something

• When he turns into a Count and gains the inheritance, Pierre's like, 'okay, I have money and power now, maybe I'm in a more worthy position to propose??'

• He just really wants the best for you and hates seeing you with other men, he gets so blushy and thoughtful and soft 🥺

• So he'll call for you at your house and muster up the courage to ask, and you say yes, which he reacts to by literally picking you up and spinning you around lol

• He's so happy and proud 😊

• Pierre's a complete simp, and he follows you around like a puppy a lot, you help him improve on his etiquette and stuff to make people more respectful and approving

• And now that he has inherited money, he constantly tries to spend it on you, because he loves seeing you happy and there's nothing else he'd rather spend it on

• You help him with his drinking, and yeah, he still drinks, but not as excessively anymore

• Pierre's biggest love languages are words and touch, but his words are practically rambles of undying love, which is so sweet, and touch...

• Yep. He's a big hugger.

• Any form of physical contact is heavenly to him, so cuddles in private and in bed, holding your hand or waist in public - because he's lovingly possessive - and kisses, he can't get enough 😍

• He's good with PDA - not excessively ofc, but enough to show people that you're his/he's yours, and also just to hold you because that's Pierre 😄

• Pierre's kisses are really passionate too, because he tries to show you how much he loves you through them... but that can get him 'excited' at the same time if you know what I mean 😉

• You'll often wake up to him staring in awe like how he did when you first met, because it's hard for him to believe that you're sleeping beside him and you love him too, no matter how unworthy he feels of it

• Pierre really trusts you and shows it by telling you things about him, problems, worries - you're basically each other's therapist 😂

• I'm gonna keep talking about hugs for a sec because he's amazing with them, he's really warm and gentle, so being embraced by Pierre makes you feel safe

• He's such a classic romantic, and tries so hard with every date and couple things you do

• In the mornings, you basically have to drag him out of bed, and even then he'll try to pull you back down under the covers with him and wrap his hands tightly around you to stop you from going anywhere

• "No, please, darling, not yet- five more minutes? Come, come here, angel-"

• Yes, he calls you pet names like angel and traditional darling and dear and all 🤎

• I feel like he's good around the house and also with the regular routines you do - he likes brushing your hair, and he's really gentle

• On the days that he's not feeling great about himself or the world, it's guaranteed that you'll make him feel better just by smiling and being there for him, he feels so lucky and absolutely adores you 🤗

• I kind of want to write an imagine based on all this now 😉

[honeysunzz]

st beach day hcs cuz they’re fun as shit and i’m bored (no jopper or eddie sry </3)

they drive all the way to the east coast, probably north carolina

steve (rich kid) and max are the only ones who have been to a beach before so not many of them know what to completely expect

this ends as well as you’d think

robin complains that it’s too hot as soon as they’re there

nancy and jonathan were in charge of setting up their spot on the beach and steve insisted on helping

the umbrella ends up blowing away in the wind, courtesy of steve

dustin brought a metal detector that he uses half the time that no one is very sure how he acquired, but the og party revel over the things he finds anyway

el loves making sandcastles after will showed her how and they work on them together to make them look really cool and detailed

steve, nancy, robin and jonathan have a volleyball tournament (even though nancy is the only one remotely good at it), argyle plays the unhelpful ref

someone ends up getting a volleyball to the face, and it’s either robin or steve

you can decide

mike is That Guy who thinks he’s too good for sunscreen

he ends up letting will put some on him after some negotiation (surprise surprise) but he still burns

max teases him, calls him a simp, etc

many chicken fights ensue

lucas and el win most of the rounds they’re in

argyle gets buried in the sand at some point, and everyone else takes turns so jonathan can have some photos to take home

max makes el a mermaid tail

dustin and lucas turn mike’s into a dick

they think it’s the funniest thing ever

dustin and steve have matching water shoes, nancy thinks it’s cute, max thinks it’s nerdy

jonathan has an outline of his sunglasses on his face by the end of the day

lucas absolutely hates seaweed, so mike and max team up and put some all over his head and shoulders while he’s caught off guard

he does his girl scream

robin and will don’t know how to swim

this doesn’t stop robin from trying anyway

all three of the byers-hopper kids collect cool shells and rocks to bring home to joyce

the younger teens end up falling asleep huddled together on their towels, will and mike being especially close

of course, jonathan must take pictures so he can embarrass them later

mike denies anything of the sort later on, but both boys end up a blushing mess

[pgrdorms]

I basically outed myself so could I request a continuation of that college au Watanabe but like… smutty

huhuu you read my mind, I wanted to do this kinda fic after the previous one. Watanabe simps unite

NSFW Professor!Watanabe | 18+ party

Professor Watanabe x student F!Reader

mentions: Fingering, oral reader receiving

First part of story is here!

After that last incident with Watanabe you were slightly nervous to meet him again. You could still feel his hot breathe against your neck.

Wonder what his lips feel like against-

"Stop it (y/n)! Pure thoughts only!" you tried to reprimand yourself as you laid down on your bed. "Maybe I should talk to him tomorrow..." eyes drooping you drift off to sleep... .

.

.

"(y/n)," a deep voice rouses you from your sleep.

"P-professor!" you yelp in surprise, seeing his muscular figure loom over you. "I thought I told you to call me by my name..." he reaches over and brushes your bottom lip with his finger. You blush and stare flabbergasted at him, wondering how he even got in your room-

"Say my name," he tilts your head up roughly, looking deep into your eyes with an emotion that sends tingles down your body. "W-Watanabe," you whisper, legs rubbing together. He smiles at you, before moving his fingers down to your panties. "This is in the way," you gasp when you feel your underwear snapped off, leaving your cunt bare. You feel yourself becoming more wet seeing the way Watanabe growled and drank you up with his hungry eyes.

He looks at you, mouth muttering something.

"W-what?" you ask.

He opens his mouth again, "BEEEP BEEEEP BEEEP!"

Jolted awake by your morning alarm, taking a minute to remember where you were. "Damn.." you breathed out.

Did I just have a lewd dream about the professor?

The rest of the day you were considering just running away to a new college, there was no way you could face Watanabe after that dream. "Maybe I'll just pretend to be sick?" you thought.

No that be a terrible excuse...

You were stepping slowly towards the kitchen facility, hoping maybe a meteor would come bonk you on the head. "Just act like you normally would..." taking a deep breath you open the door.

Watanabe was leaning against the counter, damn did he unbutton his shirt lower than normal?

"What kept you? Come here"

Snapping out of your fantasy, you shyly walk over to the professor, almost forgetting why you were here in the first place. "Professor..."

"I thought I told you Watanabe was fine,"

You flash back to the dream

Quickly turning your head down to hide your blush, you mutter out "W-Watanabe..."

He notices the change in your demeanour, and steps forward, a little too close to you. "Why so quiet? If something's bothering you, you can always talk to me (y/n)."

How the hell do you tell him you had a lewd dream about him??

"You...had a...lewd dream about me?" Watanabe repeated.

Oh shit did I just say that out loud.

"I-I'm sorry! I just like you a lot and you're super attractive and nice b-but uh I'm gonna just leave-" before you could run out the room Watanabe gently pulls you to his chest. "I'm kinda relieved...that you have been feeling the same as I have." Your heart felt like it could almost burst out from the embarrassment and excitement. "I know it's breaking the rules having such feelings for a student but... I'm willing to rule you as an exception if it means I can be with you..." Watanabe confessed. "....m-me too...I really liked spending time with you" you reply. He warmly smiles and pulls you in for a hug.

Pulling back you look at the professor, nervously waiting as he leans down to you. The kiss started out gentle and slow, almost as if Watanabe was afraid of hurting you. You kiss him back a bit more heatedly, placing your hands against his chest. Watanabe flinches when he feels your fingers brush against his bare skin.

Seeing his reaction makes you a bit more daring, going to trail your hands further into his shirt wanting to feel more of him. Watanabe chuckles "Is someone still feeling a bit excited from last night? Why don't you tell me what I was doing to you?"

You bite your lip and mumble out "You were...touching me down here."

"Here?"

You gasp feeling Watanabe's calloused fingers brush against your groin. Too embarrassed to speak, you only weakly nod your head. He chuckles and leads you, pushing your back against the counter, one arm wrapping around your back and the other playing with your skirt. "I suggest you hold onto me dear," Watanabe teases. "Huh-? Aah! Mmng!" you moan and grab onto Watanabe's shoulders, legs getting shaky and weak once you feel his finger dip under your skirt and rub circles against your clit through your panties.

"H-Haahh! Aahhn~"

"Naughty girl, if you keep being loud someone will hear."

Instinctively your hips buck up into his fingers, wanting more and more. Watanabe slides your panties to the side, pushing a finger across your dripping slit. "Fuck, already so wet for me (y/n)," Watanabe groans. You can only pant like a bitch in heat, hands trembling and struggling to hold yourself up. Watanabe pushes you further against the counter, his arm tightening around your back to keep you from slipping. He dips his head down to swallow your moans as he plunges two fingers into your heat, going deep as possible. You so badly wanted to scream out, but your delicious noises were swallowed by the hungry professor roughly fingering your pussy.

So good

It felt too damn good

Watanabe's thick fingers scissoring your slick cunt

His muscular body pressed up against yours

His soft lips and tongue playing with your own.

You could feel yourself clamp down around his fingers thrusting deep inside

"Aah!"

Watanabe pauses and looks down, seeing your cum leaking out and sliding down your plump thighs. He pulls his fingers out, and kneels down in front of you, arms moving to grip your hips.

"W-Watanabe...?" you stutter out, still recovering from your high.

"Wouldn't want to waste this delicious dessert now would we?" He teases. "Try to keep quiet dear."

Suddenly he lunges towards your pussy, hungrily lapping and licking at your essence, not wanting to waste a single drop.

[stellocchia]

Okay, okay, Undertale AU now. 

So... I’ve been playing Undertale again... as I do once a year since it came out. It’s tradition. So I was kind of thinking who from the Dsmp whould fit which role... and yeah... 

(I also wanted to add that none of the characters who are in a romantic relationship in the game are in this au. As a matter of fact, no romance in general here!)

First of all, we gotta give the role of Frisk to Ranboo, not because he played Undertale, but because of that one time that he told the story of how he flirted with his opponents in volleyball (was it volleyball? Maybe another sport. It’s irrelevant!) and that’s simply a very Frisk thing to do...

Then first monster we encounter is Flowey and... I mean... that’s c!Dream right there. All the focus on “fun” and “power” and seeing life as a “game” and the bloodlust... yeah, no that’s definitely Dream right there. 

Then Toriel comes in! Yay! Puffy is Toriel, no doubt. Both of them have a focus on protecting the children and they’re both really kind, but can get hella scary when angry... 

Also Niki is Napstablook ... mostly because she basically did end up haunting/being haunted by the Secret City for a while... also pretty sure both like music and are pretty soft spoken

Then we get the skeleton brothers! Well, Sans first... and who would fit Sans better then Wilbur! Both of their characters struggled heavily with mental health related problems and they are both really strong but somehow also weak at the same time... (strongest boss in the game with 1 hp and all that) not to mention that they both have way too many simps...

Also that means Tommy is Papyrus. I do not make the rules here. Hyper younger brother who is endlessly optimistic and soft hearted? Yep! That’s him!

Which, may have you think that Tubbo is Undyne because, you know, best friends, but no. Undyne is, in fact, Philza Minecraft everybody. They don’t call him Angel of Death for nothing, so he definitely gets to be the captain of the royal guard in this one! He’s just a much more laid back but equally deadly Undyne.

Also Techno gets the role of the socially anxious nerdy scientist, because he’s been ibernating under a pile of dogs for a few months now and also because he once got peer pressured into murder much like Alphys did into building a murderous robot... so yeah. 

Also, to complete the ghost family now: Jack Manifold gets the role of Mad Dummy, cousin of Napstablook, because they’re both short, bald and full of spite

And none other then Eret gets the role of Mettaton (other cousin of Napstablook) because they’re both absolutely fabulous and because they’d rock the Mettaton EX form...

Moving on,Schlatt is Asgore. He and Puffy are brother and sister. Why? Because they are both sheeps and it would fit... though admittedly Schlatt has had less moral qualms with killing children then Asgore so far, they do both have that in common as well

Which brings us to Tubbo inevitably being Asriel, because sheep guy, but also because, as a character, he has a history of being pushed around by power hungry people with more charisma then him, and also because Asriel in his God of Hyperdeath form has a f*cking rainbow laser cannon and I think that’s a very Tubbo thing to have...

Quackity is Chara. Both are pretty vengful and power-hungry characters who are not afraid of doing some seriously f*cked up shit to get to their goals, but also they both care about those close to them deeply and have a sort of tragedy to their character

Also Awesamdude gets to be Gaster, and no it’s not only because there is as much Awesamdad fan content as there was Dadster despite neither of them ever being confirmed as canon, but because both characters are brilliant inventors who got screwed over by their own creation...

For some other fun bonuses I could think about: 

Sapnap as Monster Kid just because of the absurdly chaotic personality

BBH gets to be Muffet, for no particular reason aside from general vibe

Foolish as Burgerpants because they’re both underpaid and extremely stressed

Punz as Grillby because: money and intimidating aura

Purpled as Nice Cream Guy because: money

And this is pretty much all I could think about... I would include others but I’m kind of stomped at the moment...

So here’s some revisited quotes instead (under the cut):

Flowey!Dream: “Howdy! it’s me Dream. Dream the Dreamon!”

Toriel!Puffy: “Did you want to hear about the book I’m reading? It’s called “72 ways to crack an Egg”. How about it?”

Papyrus!Tommy: “Ah yes, Music Disks, a great reference for theoretical battle scenarios and parties! To which I get invited just constantly!”

Papyrus!Tommy: “W-well, that’s not what I expected... but st- still! I believe in you prick! You can definitely do better! Even if you don’t think so! I... promise....”

Sans!Wilbur: “On days like this, kids like you... should be suffering in Limbo!”

Sans!Wilbur: “Just... don’t say I didn’t warn you. Well. I’m going to Punz’s. Tommy, do you want anything?”

Undyne!Phil: “...Forget it. Look mate. Tommy didn't come to his meeting today. Say what you want about him. He's loud, he's bit selfish, he's obsessed with disks... But Tommy has NEVER missed a meeting. (...) But now he's gone. And his brother isn't around, either. ... What did you do to him? What did you DO TO HIM? Tommy, who I have trained every day... Even though I KNOW he's too soft to ever hurt anyone. Tommy who is... was just a child... ... Go ahead. Prepare however you want. But when you step forward... I will KILL you”

Alphys!Techno: “A long time ago, I made a robot named Eret. Originally I built them to be a farmer robot for my potatoes... didn’t turn out quite right there. Anyway, recently I decided to make them more useful. Heh, you know, just some practical adjustments.... and I might have been carried away a bit and added some, um... Anti-human combat features?”

Asgore!Schlatt: “I'd like to ask, 'would you like a protein shake?' But... you know how it is”

Asriel!Tubbo: “I always was a pushover, wasn’t I, Quackity? I know... you’re not actually Quackity are you? Quackity’s been gone for a long time. Um... what... what is your name? Ranboo? That’s... a weird name bossman...”

Chara!Quackity: “Hey man. I am Quackity. Thank you man. Your power brought me back from Limbo. My "human soul"... my "determination"... they were not mine, but YOURS. At first, I was so confused. Our plan had failed, hadn't it? Why was I brought back to life? ...You. With your “guidance” I realized the purpose of my reincarnation: POWER”

[wagner-fell]

“So then Catra writes on this note ‘hey Adora’ and Adora is like ‘grrrr’ and so they do this whole passive aggressive dance where you could have cut the sexual tension with a knife. Oh, and then-”

“I. Hate. History. Class.” Mari slammed their plastic lunch tray onto the table.

“Oh thank god,” said Kevin. Listening to Mari rant was much preferable to hearing about the Princess Prom episode from Astrid. Again.

Blessica hit Kevin and gave him a pointed look.

“I mean it’s bad enough I have to write essays about fucking colonizers. But now I have to sit next to this white-ass American boy? No thanks.”

“You know,” began Astrid, “if you wanted, I could kill this new guy for you with, oh I don’t know, werewolf po-”

“No!” they all shouted in unison. Astrid was mundane with the gift of the slight but she didn’t think of it like a gift. What was the point of being able to see this fantastical reality if she couldn’t be a part of it? What was the point of having three werewolves as your best friends if they refused to turn you into one?

Blessica tried to tell her that, as a downworlder, she would face a lot of discrimination. But what kinda excuse was that? Astrid was a Korean lesbian who, for most of the time, lived with her single mother. At least this branch of marginalization gave her freakin’ superpowers. The only superpower Astrid currently had at her disposal was not having to date men.

Astrid angrily took a bite of her cinnamon roll and Mari followed suit. Blessica tried to pat her arm but Astrid swatted her away.

“American?” Kevin asked. “I don’t remember any Americans. Is he new?”

Mari nodded through a mouthful of baked goods. She tucked her tie into her black-and-white uniform sweater vest so they didn’t stain it. Normally she wouldn’t have bothered but laundry had been a living nightmare lately. They promptly realized that her sweater vest was also going to get food on it. In removing it, their stomach flashed briefly. She stuffed it in her bag and set an alarm on her phone so they wouldn’t forget to put it back on before the lunch bell rang. Like that time Miss Yang made them jelly doughnuts and she got detention for a week. Mari really hated this school sometimes.

When she looked up to see half the surrounding area staring at them, they looked down at her collared shirt to see if she had gotten fresh cinnamon bun gooeyness on it already.

Astrid laughed. “It’s because you exposed your six-pack.” She moved her fork around in circles, making sure the ranch covered each piece of lettuce in her salad. Astrid loved ranch. She kept a gigantic bottle of it in her bag at all times. “You know, one time this guy asked me if you got them tattooed on. Cause girls can’t have abs and all that bull.”

“And what did you tell him?” asked Mari, amused.

“No.”

“Thank go-”

“I told him the truth. That the only tattoo you have is of Consul Lightwood’s face on your ass.”

“Oh, fuck off.”

“The world deserves to know.”

“You're a hazard to society.”

“Awwwww. Mari! I love you too.”

Astrid smiled and shoved a mouthful of salad into her mouth as Mari rolled their eyes.

“Holy shit,” said Blessica, staring at something over Mari’s shoulder. “That is the second hottest man I have ever seen.”

Kevin glanced in the direction she was looking at then back to her. “What? Who?” he asked at the same time Mari drawled, “second hottest, who’s the first?” with a single eyebrow raised.

Blessica blushed as Kevin continued his search. “M-magnus Bane. Obviously.”

“Riiiiiiiight,” said Astrid, looking between her and Kevin.

Blessica blushed deeper. “Shut up.”

“Wow,” said Kevin. “That him?” He pointed and this time Mari turned around…to face Kit fucking Herondale.

Blessica, still red in the face, nodded.

“Wow indeed,” agreed Astrid.

“Aren’t you a lesbian?” questioned Blessica.

“Blessie, darling, I may rather suck on a cactus than suck on a dick but hotties can admire their fellow hotties. Gender is irrelevant in this scenario.”

Mari slammed their hands down onto the table. “Ladies! We are better than simping, even just hottie wise, over an American, white boy! We have standards! And Kevin! I know that” disgust dripped from her voice, “is your type, but resist!”

He rolled his eyes. “Jesus. You hook up with two blonde nephilim and suddenly it’s your type.”

“Yes,” said Astrid slowly, as if explaining something to a very dim child, “that’s how it works.”

Mari felt like they were missing something. Her three friends began discussing where they wanted to go tomorrow for Blessica’s birthday but they were stuck on Kevin’s statement. Something about it wasn’t quite right. It took her longer than she was proud of to figure it out.

“Wait, hold up, did you say nephilim? Kit is a Shadowhunter?!”

They all exchanged a look. “Uh, yeah. Didn’t you see the Mark on his hand?”

Mari turned back to him again. He was sitting by himself at a few tables, scrolling away. And on the hand holding his water bottle… was a voyance rune, clear as day. How did they miss that? “What is a Shadowhunter doing here anyway?”

Kevin shrugged. “Perhaps he’s here to check out London’s up-coming werewolf. I hear she’s a hazard to society.”

Astrid’s head shot up. “Really?!”

“No, sorry sweetie,” interjected Blessica. Astrid finished her cinnamon bun with an annoyed ‘hmph’.

They chatted more about Blessica’s upcoming sixteenth birthday before Kevin came up with the dumbest idea ever. Which was an extremely difficult title to earn amongst the 11th years at St. Lucy’s Academy.

“We should invite the Shadowhunter.”

Mari scoffed. “The whole pack’s gonna be there! Like hell they would let a Shadowhunter crash it.”

“Oh please. Once they lay their eyes on McDreamy, they’ll all forget about his angel blood.”

Astrid gasped. “Is that a Grey’s Anatomy reference? Are you finally watching it?” They all ignored her.

“I think it might be fun,” said Blessica. “And it’s my party so…” She stood up and walked over to Kit’s table, Kevin right behind her.

Astrid picked up her salad with one hand and her second cinnamon bun with the other. “Come in,” she said. “What’s the worst that can happen. You fall in love?”

“Haha,” said Mari, slinging her bag over their shoulder and joining the others.

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So You Want To Watch Star

but don’t know what episodes to watch!

That's completely understandable! Star is the type of show where the first season and a half feel like an entirely different show from the godsend that is the second half! So here's your guide on how to get to the good part.

On the fence? This show features an incredibly queer narrative told through straight people, along with showing the complexities of racism, classism, capitalism, privilege, and love, and how those tie together. It's heaven for people who love to analyze and learn from cartoons, as well as simps for healthy adorable romance. As a She Ra and Owl House fan...it's worth the watch.

My Rating Scale!

1 - You’ll probably feel better if you skip this.

2 - It’s okay. Won’t kill you to watch it, won’t kill you to skip this.

3 - You might get some seratonin. No promises tho.

4 - The Good Shit. Highly recommended.

5 - This is going to blow your fucking mind. 

6 - asdjfkshdks

S1E1 - Star Comes To Earth/Party With A Pony - 3. It’s bad but unfortunately you gotta watch the pilot.

S1E2 - Matchmaker / School Spirit - 1

S1E3 - Monster Arm / The Other Exchange Student - 2. 

S1E4 - Cheer Up Star / Quest Buy - 2

S1E5 - Diaz Family Vacation / Brittney’s Party - 1

S1E6 - Mewberty / Pixtopia - 2. Mewberty has an important plot point.

S1E7 - Lobster Claws / Sleep Spells - 1, 2. 

S1E8 - Blood Moon Ball / Fortune Cookies - 3, 2. BMB is plot-essential.

S1E9 - Freeze Day / Royal Pain - 2, 1

S1E10 - St. Olga’s Reform School for Wayward Princesses - 3. Plot.

S1E11 - Mewnipendence Day / Banangic - 1, 2. Banangic’s ending is kinda cool if you like details.

S1E12 - Interdimensional Field Trip / Marco Grows a Beard - 2.

S1E13 - Storm the Castle - 3. Plot-essential.

S2E1 - My New Wand / Ludo in the Wild - 3. 

S2E2 - Mr Candle Cares / Red Belt - 2, 1. Fan service in the first one.

S2E3 - Star On Wheels / Fetch - 3. 

S2E4 - Star vs. Echo Creek / Wand To Wand - 3, 4. Introduces a main plot point.

S2E5 - Starstruck / Camping Trip - 2, 1.

S2E6 - Starsitting / On The Job - 1, 3. 

S2E7 - Goblin Dogs / By The Book - 1, 2

S2E8 - Game of Flags / Girls’ Day Out - 2, 1. Watch Game of Flags for the plot point.

S2E9 - Sleepover / Gift of the Card - 4, 3.

S2E10 - Friendenemies / Is Mystery - 4. 

S2E11 - Hungry Larry / Spider with a Top Hat - 1.

S2E12 - Into the Wand / Pizza Thing - 4, 1. Plot point.

S2E13 - Page Turner / Naysaya - 4.

S2E14 - Bon Bon the Birthday Clown - 5. This episode is the turning point in the whole series.

S2E15 - Raid The Cave / Trickstar - 4, 1.

S2E16 - Baby / Running With Scissors - 4, 3.

S2E17 - Mathmagic / The Bounce Lounge - 2, 1. 

S2E18 - Crystal Clear / The Hard Way - 3, 4.

S2E19 - Heinous / All Bets Are Off - 3, 1.

S2E20 - Collateral Damage / Just Friends - 1, 5.

S2E21 - Face The Music - 5.

S2E22 - Starcrushed - 5.

S3E1 - Return to Mewni/Moon The Undaunted - 4. Start of a movie.

S3E2 - Book Be Gone/Marco And The King - 4, 2 but you gotta watch it.

S3E3 - Puddle Defender/King Ludo - 5.

S3E4 - Toffee - 5. End of the movie.

S3E5 - Scent of a Hoodie/Rest In Pudding - 5.

S3E6 - Club Snubbed/Stranger Danger - 5. Rip shippers

S3E7 - Demoncism/Sophomore Slump - 5.

S3E8 - Lint Catcher/Trial By Squire - 5. Plot point.

S3E9 - Princess Turdina/Starfari - 5. Introduces plot.

S3E10 - Sweet Dreams/Lava Lake Beach - 5.

S3E11 - Death Peck/Ponymoniun - 1. I skipped.

S3E12 - Night Life/Deep Dive - 6.

S3E13 - Monster Bash - 5.

S3E14 - Stump Day/Holiday Spellcial - 4, 1.

S3E15 - The Bogbeast of Boggaba/Total Eclipsa the Moon - 2, 5.

S3E16 - Butterfly Trap/Ludo, Where Art Thou? - 5.

S3E17 - Is Another Mystery/Marco Jr. - 5, 3. Marco Jr. is disturbing.

S3E18 - Skooled/Booth Buddies - 5.

S3E19 - Bam Ui Pati/Tough Love - 1, 5.

S3E20 - Divide - 5.

S3E21 - Conquer - 5.

S4E1 - Butterfly Follies - 4.

S4E2 - Escape from the Pie Folk - 4.

S4E3 - Moon Remembers/Swim Suit - 5.

S4E4 - Ransomgram/Lake House Fever - 4, 5.

S4E5 - Yada Yada Berries/Down By The River - 5, 1. Watch the last 5 minutes of Down by the River.

S4E6 - The Pony Head Show/Surviving the Spiderbites - 4.

S4E7 - Out Of Business/Kelly's World - 4, 1. Only watch Kelly's World if you don't feel like crying at the sight of Kellco.

S4E8 - Curse of the Blood Moon - 5. Bring tissues xo

S4E9 - Princess Quasar Caterpillar and the Magic Bell/Ghost of Butterfly Castle - 5.

S4E10 - Cornball/Meteora's Lesson - 3, 5.

S4E11 - The Knight Shift/Queennapped! - 5, 1.

S4E12 - Junkin' Janna/A Spell With No Name - 5, 1.

S4E13 - A Boy and his DC-700XE/The Monster and the Queen - 5.

S4E14 - Cornoration - 5. No that's not a typo.

S4E15 - Doop Doop/Britta's Tacos - 5, 4.

S4E16 - Beach Day/Gone Baby Gone - 5. Starco shippers come get your food

S4E17 - Sad Teen Hotline/Jannanigans - 5. I would recommend watching this and the subsequent episodes all at once.

S4E18 - Mama Star/Ready Aim Fire - 6, 5.

S4E19 - The Right Way/Here To Help - 6, 7. Yes I broke my own scale deal with it.

S4E20 - Pizza Party/The Tavern At The End Of The Multiverse - 6.

S4E21 - Cleaved - 6.

[sleepylixie]

What are friends for?

College! Han Jisung X fem! Roommate reader

Imperium Universe || Jisung || Seungmin || Chan

1.5k words, Fluffy Fluff fluff,College!AU, Roommate!AU

Beware of: None other than teeth-rotting fluff and a teeny bit of swearing. Seungmin is chaotic evil incarnate but we been knew already 😂😂

A/N: the soft feels for Han Jisung hit hard 24/7, you guys. I MEAN LOOK ST THIS CUTIE BABIE I AM SIMPING. i have nothing more to say for myself. Please enjoy my offerings 🥺❤️❤️

Requests are open for SKZ and BTS! || Masterlist

//

Han Jisung wasn’t used to roommates. Him and his law major friend Seungmin had neglected to apply for on-campus housing until the last minute. A freak administrative error had the both of them assigned to a certain Y/N’s room and... safe to say, the two of them had had a bit of a surprise in store for them when they met you.  

It was disconcerting for Jisung at first- to see his first impression of your appearance as a possibly reserved, introverted character dissolve into chaos the second you opened your mouth. You were a force of nature dressed in pastel skirts, a lavender-scented hurricane that had no control over her tongue or hair. You smiled like a fox- sweet and unassuming on the surface, but sharp-witted and deceptive underneath.

Jisung knew instantly that Seungmin would click with your personality. The both of you were freakishly similar, with your innocent appearance melting into sheer devilry whenever the two of you wished so. Of course, he was right.  Seungmin took to you with great interest-the two of you clicked like kindred souls, or possibly reunited twins who were separated at birth. Jisung, on the other hand... 

He was intimidated by you, and that made it slightly difficult for him to settle down around you. While you never treated him with anything beyond familiarity and the niceties of acquaintances, he could never allow himself the same sense of familiarity that Seungmin allowed himself with you. 

He wished so dearly that he could behave otherwise, for he would be lying if he said he hadn’t found you just a little attractive (just a smidgen) from the second he met you. Jisung wanted to be close to you, gain your trust and friendship, but for some reason(him scared of looking like an idiot and possibly having you judge him for the rest of his life) he could never bring himself to do it.

//

The three of you had been living together for a good year and a half, well into your third semester and you’d all figured out how to live with each other. For example, Seungmin would only cook if there was DAY6 music playing in the kitchen. The way you entered the house was a clear indication of your mood that day- and today, it was a loud, resounding slam followed by strings of cursing.

“This is a fucking scam. This entire university is a cesspool of money mongering bastards and greedy professors who don’t deserve a shred of anybody’s fucking respect-

“Woah, slow down there, tiger, what’s got your tail on fire?” Jisung asked you, jumping upright from where he was lounging on the couch. Your eyes flashed with annoyance as you threw yourself onto the side of the couch Jisung had just vacated.

He couldn’t help but let his eyes rove your body as unnoticeably as he could manage. Your hair looked windswept from your walk back to the apartment, one of the guys’ hoodies and jeans covering your frame. How you could look so devastatingly adorable despite having steam pouring out of your ears was absolutely beyond him.

“What happened, is my fucking creative lit professor refused to grade me up for the mid-term assignment, even though I know my piece was one of the best.” You were fuming, stark raving mad, literally one second away from shooting sparks out of your ears as your hands twisted together on your lap.

“He told me that if I worked harder at trying to become a better writer, I wouldn’t have to be begging for a better grade. AND HE SAID THAT I SHOULD TRY NEW METHODS OF BEGGING IF I WANTED IT THAT BADLY.”

Jisung’s eyes narrowed as he took in the words that were spewing out of your mouth. “Did he really-” “YES HE DID I CAN’T WITH THIS UNIVERSITY-” You burst out, letting an angry yell punctuate your sentence. 

“Do you want to go to the Dean? I’m sure they’ll be able to do something about it.” 

At that, you smiled at Jisung, the same foxy smile that had him shrinking a little into himself every time he saw it- it was a thing of rather savage beauty, very out-of-place on a face as endearing as yours.

“Not really, I handled it myself.”

Jisung stared at you, his internal discomposure melting into curiosity. “What the fuck did you do Y/N, I swear if you got one of the varsity jocks to beat him up or something-”

“I’m glad you think I’m capable of that, honestly.” You giggled, anger temporarily forgotten, swatting at Jisung’s thigh. Were those butterflies in his stomach? Gods, he would eat a knife if it got them to stop fluttering-

//

“She had the Dean on call when she spoke to that sleazeball of a professor,” Jisung exclaimed, amidst assorted gasps and cheers from his audience, laughing a little himself as he sipped his beer. “guess who got a new creative lit professor and full marks for the assignment.”

You laughed as everybody around you let out peals of laughter, thumping you on the back in appreciation.

Your roommates had a gang of 6 other boisterous boys from all over the campus, united by a string of unsavory events and narrowly avoided expulsion. You should probably be concerned, sure, but the vibe the 8 of them had with each other was way too nice for you to not be roped in; now you were part of all their weekly parties at Chris and Hyunjin’s frat house. 

You were situated on the armrests of one of the couches in said frat house, red cup supplied with your kind of poison- Whiskey and soda. All of the boys were gathered around the common room, laughing and talking amongst each other when Jisung took it upon himself to recount the story of your creative lit professor’s unfortunate dismissal. 

It was a rather embarrassing pastime of yours, to watch Han Jisung. He was a strange one, alright. Out in the world, he was a loud, boisterous guy with a penchant for words, knowing exactly what to say at any point of time. It earned him his reputation of being a cheeky mood maker in any setting, the kind of guy who had friends all over the campus and beyond. 

In truth, however, the Han Jisung you came to know was reserved, a little more hesitant with his words, the kind who’d allow his friends to speak up for him unless he absolutely had to. He wasn’t a pushover by any means, no. He was just a little more picky with his words when they were meant for the people he was comfortable with.

For some reason, it warmed your heart when he behaved that way around you too- it felt like he’d accepted you into his inner circle. For some reason, your heart honest to god skips a beat when he smiles, this fucking adorable smile every time you and Seungmin tease him around at the apartment because fuck, he doesn’t always smile like that, does he? For some reason, you end up noticing his eyes when he smiled like that, the way his cheeks lifted up in this devastating manner, the way he’d laugh out loud with his whole body, so at odds with his reserved personality-

Yeah, no you definitely had a thing for him. You thought you were being glaringly obvious with it too, with the unabashed way you’d notice and steal glances at him every time he walked into the room. 

Not that you’d ever tell him any of this though, you were fairly sure you’d sent him an impression of mild intimidation with your rather...loud personality.

It was probably for the best if you admired Han Jisung from afar, hoping that your fancy for him doesn’t take the reins on your behavior.

Jisung might not have noticed, but another certain somebody definitely did. Somebody who’s brain was already thinking, well-oiled cogs being put to use.

\\

“Jisung, you should probably know that Y/N has a thing for you,”

“Seungmin what the fu-” you spluttered, neck already burning. This was not fucking happening.

“Is this what the roommate convention was for, you sneaky lil rat?” you exclaimed, doing everything you could to not lock eyes with the third roommate who was seated on your bed with the other two of you, now gawking between you and Seungmin with a rose blush scattered across his nose. 

Seungmin, to his credit, wasn’t fazed for a single second by the way the energy in the room changed, choosing to smile devilishly before continuing with his next sentence. 

“Y/N, you should probably know that Jisung has a thing for you too,”

What the fiddlesticks-

“And now, for my final trick, I shall excuse myself from this room. Roommate convention adjourned.”

Seungmin walked out of your room with a literal skip in his step. You would deal with your snake of a best friend after you were done with.. oh.

Your eyes finally met Jisung’s- warm amber eyes still looking at with a mixture of curiosity, surprise and affection that just knocked the words out of you. “Was Seungmin pranking me again?” He asked quietly, a hint of a smile playing across his lips. You sighed, trying to expel the nervousness. What the hell, might as well say the truth. 

“Not really,” the back of you neck felt like literal lava at this point- “I do like you.”

You were going to kill Seungmin.

“Good to know,” Jisung sighed in relief, his fingers twisting together on his lap. “Because uh.. He wasn’t pranking you either.” The next words seemed to take effort for him to get out, because his blush spread from his nose to his cheeks. “I like you too.”

You were going to thank Seungmin.

And then you were going to toss him into a dark room with Lee Minho and his boxing gloves, but that’s for later.